Well Okay twist my arm
Funny story, It was on a wonderful autumn evening. I had been having some fun with the twisties up and down mount Seymour outside North Vancouver. After an hour or so of scuffing elbows and knees, I came to the rest stop to re-pick up my gal at the time, it was the style for the non-squidly types to moor themselves there whilst the other halves were out and about you see. So I picked her up to take ourselves back to the house, but instead she wanted to ride to the top of Mount Seymour where the ski lodges where so she could take some photos first before going back home. We went , then turned around and went back down.
Well, while going back down I kind of got back into the swing of things in the twists and all that you know, back into the moment as it were. and I kind of forgot that she was on the back, you see I usually didn't do the twisties hard with a passenger right,
so I got into this one hairpin corner at some speed and all was going great, until she lurched up to see better towards the ocean....
no traction , straight inertia out the backside of the curve
.....It wasn't a cliff so much as a vast blank drop off into a canyon like crevice of about 600 ft.
We both flew about fifty feet straight out then about 40ft down through at tree and into some prickly bushes and she landed on top of me then we rolled , into one of the last few trees before the sheer drop off.
Now here is the funny bit, I saw my beautiful sweet lovely bike during that unsuccessful attempt of mine at flight,
My bike flew past over my upside down legs , missed the tree that I fell down through, and sailed like the bird I wasn't , out and out and then I suppose down down down down, because by then I was quite busy with some other things.
I never did find my bike, though I hiked out there a few times over the next couple of years that I lived in Vancouver.