Sorry, I thought I had an hour or so to get caught up. What was I thinking? An hour to myself? That’s crazy talk. Let me try again.
Josh’s first day out on his own sled conquering the trails. He was doing very well, and I was even blasting off in front of him speeding down the trail and then wait for them to catch up. Until one time where I looked back at him, he was there and so was Jack behind him and the trail came out onto a road and followed the side of the road for a little bit. After about 3/4 mile I look back again and they both aren’t there. I’m going slow for the next 1/4 mile thinking they’d catch up but nothing. Then I come to a stop and wait. Nothing. So I spin around and handlebar that throttle! I’m going 100MPH down the road not knowing what happened when my phone rings across my helmet communicator and it’s Jack. “Dad, Josh went off the trail and almost hit a tree.”
“I’ll be right there!”
And this was the scene when I arrived.
This was his direction of travel. This is where he first left the trail. Doesn’t even look like he attempted to steer back left to get on the trail.
And then he went across this little creek, again doesn’t appear to have made any attempt to stop or go in the direction of the trail. Must have panicked and grabbed all throttle and no brake. You can see that big plastic corrugated culvert pipe, there’s 2 of them and it appears he hit both of them.
This is where he came to rest just before hitting the tree.
He’s trying to fix the broken plastic with his magical fingers I guess. I told him, who cares about the sled, that’s what it’s for. As long as you’re not hurt. He said he wasn’t