When I was about 10-11 years old, I was riding a small dirtbike up this hill. Was only going about 5-10 mph when the bike dumped sideways on me. I fell with all my weight on my right hand... on the exhaust! Because I was falling my hand stayed on hot muffler for about 2-3 seconds before I could get it off.
Was I wearing gloves? of course not!
Getting second degree burns on your hand when you are a thousand miles from anywhere is a good object lesson.
Pain is an excellent teacher.
Scars are an excellent reminder.
It is truly amazing that some of us actually survived kid-hood.
