"Another mud hole (surprising to find in the middle of the desert), glanced at the roll chart again and as I looked up, I saw a brand new barbed wire fence right across the trail. Only 30-40 feet, no time to
even slow down.... I hit the fence dead center and launched over the handlebars. I caught the fence on my lower thigh and it flipped me. I remember thinking as I came to rest on the ground how surprised I was that the landing was so gentle.
"Then my motorcycle landed on my head...."
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