I went out by myself just trying to avoid the deep mud holes outside of town, when I came across a good sized hill that I had climbed many times before.
I figured, what the hell, it's an easy hill, I'll try a new line. BAD idea.
The grass was still a little wet from a good 2 day rain that we just experienced. As I spun up the first half of the hill I managed to catch a little air over some small bumps. (in my mind it felt like I was doing HUGE doubles up the hill), and everything was going great until I landed, bottomed out and let off the throttle. I then had to get on it hard if I had any hope of making the rest of the climb. Still spinning and throwing roost down the hill I was gaining speed when I suddenly found traction near the top of the hill. For some strange reason I found myself staring at the bottom of my skid plate as the 500 passed me up the hill. I managed to hold the clutch in and not stall it. Picking up the bike I realize the rear fender is gone, and I cant see it anywhere. So I walked around still unable to locate it. I was puzzled, and as I went to get back on the bike I felt something odd. The fender was stuck to my ass. The plastic had cracked and spread enough to pinch my pants, and hang on.
I must have looked totally f'n retarded.
Lucky for me, only an old farmer in a rusty old truck was around at the time.
