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Lack of Experience
You are riding ATVs with some friends you invited over to your ranch, after visiting a packing building, you head back to the main office before it gets dark out. You get on the newest and most expensive ATV with one friend since you are the most experienced rider and you don’t want them to damage it, the oldest and least expensive one is ridden by another friend who owns an ATV and has some experience with that type of vehicle, at last, the least experienced rider gets the second newest one. Why didn’t he get the oldest one? Well, that one is a manual, your friend can only drive automatic. So, you give him the second most expensive ATV. Which, by the way, used to be your dad’s but he just gifted it to you that same day, because it is your birthday. All vehicles are loaded with one rider and a passenger, vehicles that have a warning label on the side which clearly states that you are not supposed to have more than one person riding at once. But you have done it before, so you get on with the trip back to the office. And there you are, six teenagers fooling around with their all-terrain-vehicles on a paved road, going well over the speed limit. Lots of testosterone flowing get you fighting for the honor of being the fastest rider. Since you are the most experienced rider and you have the biggest engine, you get a huge lead on them, hitting that 85km/h top speed, hitting turns flat out as your rear inner wheel leaves the ground. You already forgot that your inexperienced friends are trying to catch up, going at speeds they never knew those ATVs could reach. The adrenaline wears down, and you decide to stop and wait for them at the end of the paved road before you get on the dirt road that makes up the last part of the ride. A few minutes go by and the first quad arrives, two more minutes and the second one arrives. Great, everyone is safe and sound, so you go back to Toretto mode and give it full throttle. Your friends are all covered in dust, trying to catch up once again, only now the road is quite slippery. Your ATV is now a drift machine, you cover more ground going sideways than going straight, punishing those rear tires like they just made a joke about your mom. Basically, you are going hella fast. As expected, in just a few minutes you reach the next intersection, so you wait for your friends. Incredibly, just about four minutes go by, when two of your friends arrive in the old quad. But what about the other two in your new quad? One of your friends says that they were having trouble controlling the ATV on the dirt. Which gets you worried. You had tried your luck on the paved road and somehow got away with it. Would you get out of it safely again? What would your dad say if someone crashed? All the sudden, a quad comes out of the turn before the intersection, but for some reason it is neither slowing down, nor is it turning. And BAM! The front end of the quad meets a tree and the two of your friends fly over the handlebar. You run to them, thinking of the broken bones there would be and how mad your dad was going to be when he found out, wishing you had taken it slowly. By the way, your dad was following all of you in his truck, it was just a matter of minutes before he got there and whooped your ass for putting your friends in danger. Thankfully, one of your friends only has a bruised foot and the other one has a few scratches. You on the other side, are left with a destroyed quad and waiting for the greatest ass whooping of your life, all of this, on your birthday. Probably the best gift you could have gotten at that time was the lesson, one that would never let you put other people in danger just to show off.
