I used to ride like complete ****, fast as possible everywhere.
But one day I had an experience (not a crash) that made me promise myself to either ride sensibly or get rid of the bike.
From the next day 'til now I've kept racing for the track, most of my rides are like I'm taking my test - although on a few occassions I'm still allowing myself to open it up a bit where I feel appropriate and hoist up the occassional front wheel, but make a concious effort to keep safe and not **** anyone off.
I WAS imortal when I was young, I can prove it... I'm still alive!
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