Alright I went out to Aztec today for practice. The track was very different as it had to be reworked to avoid all of the mud from the recent rains, but turned out very nice. With the soil so moist the track was getting very rough, not choppy, but very deep ruts in places. I took me a while to get acquainted with it but by the end of the day I was feeling pretty confident through them. Here comes the dumb part. I am running motos on North track and come around to a small step up(mind you the landing is blind until you are in the air) right before the double-double-double rhythm section; I come over in third gear and to my surprise there is a guy on a KTM cruising the track backwards. I plow into him headfirst and in mid-air and go flying a good 20 feet, flipping, and cart wheeling the whole way. I laid on the ground for 20 minutes as my friends all crowded around to my aid, my hip that I just hurt last Sunday is killing me, and I thought something had to be broken after a crash like that. The idiot comes walking over while I lay in pain and exclaims "Man, I just got here and didn't know which way the track was going, I’m sorry," and with that he takes off.
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