The thrill was that I crashed worse than the time that I rolled my scrambler off a dune into a lake. This time out I hit the ground so hard that I knocked myself out. I was waring a back pack with bottled water in it. When I landed I landed on my back... on the bottled water... on an exsisting back injury... and I got up, albeit after a bit, and rode out.
How many 400 pound men do you know who can say that?