Sheesh, it's been so long since I had a regular dirt bike my experience as a teenager hurting myself probably isn't relevant now.
But I do recall that a brused sternum gives you this kind of feeling. Broken ribs hurt lots when you are breathing deep, or coughing.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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