My Bike and I Gone Flying

Three weeks ago, I crashed. I entered a sharp curve that narrowed beyond my reach and missed the opportunity to compensate by leaning harder. Although I escaped the lethal guardrail, my front fork faced the shoulder and I ended up contacting the dirt. The bike and I went flying.

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(warning, the images attached below the article may be disturbing for some.)

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