I done similar to what Hoosier did. I was on a plastic saucer sled tied 20 feet behind a 200ES with my buddy hauling ass through a soaking wet and muddy field. he was doing tight donuts and the sled was going fast enough to either go off the ground an inch or two to be level with the hitch, or go fast enough to drag the rear end of the BR around. Well, he pulled out of one of those donuts really fast and straightened up and gunned it, which sent me on the sled(Wearing a helmet) shooting past him into a 2 foot tall scrub brush, sending the sled airborne with me on it, but not for long, as I came off of it and flew a couple feet off the ground for a good 70 feet, landing on my right thumb hard enough to plant it all the way in the ground, and jerk it back out backwards as the rest of me kept going. I was alright other than severely jamming, then dislocating my right thumb.
This is my trike. There are many like it but this one is mine. My trike is my best friend, and it is my life. I must master it as I must master myself. My trike without me is useless. Without my trike, I am useless. I must ride my trike true. My trike and I know that what counts is not the amount of miles we ride, but the time we ride together. My trike is human in it's own ways, therefore I will learn it as my brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, it's strengths, it's parts, and it's soul.