Thanks for the advice Bo. I was taught there were only two kinds of bikers, "Those that had fallen off and those that were still going to".
I went to a new track on a brand new RM125 and my buddy George Page said he'd show me the way. Cool. I was about 50 yards behind
when he got on the brakes for a jump about 2ft high. I was looking way ahead and could see other riders in the distance so I gassed it.
What I didn't know was George had braked for the 40ft drop off. When I finally recovered the guys asked what I saw from way up there?.
My answer was every swimming pool in Edenvale. The rear fender was on the gas tank and the wheel was gone. I spent a week in bed and
my back never bothered me for 15 years after that. This thing comes and goes but only when I do stupid stuff, do I pay. I'm better today and
tomorrow should be even better. I sleep on the carpet in my old army sleeping bag during this "down" time. I'd hazzard a guess that my problem
is mild compared to others. I'll be OK, please God.