You had always grown up around motorbikes and have loved them since you could talk, as a child you spent time out in the yard helping your father to fix them or riding on the back of them with him... Now you were one of the youngest yet most famous biker racer in your country.

You were at a racing event and you had just lined up at the start line with the other race bikes ready to start... Your heart was pumping as the sun beemed down when suddenly... The green flag is waved. Everyone sets off, you including, racing round the track. The first 2 laps for you went great and you were third place pushing onto second.. You finish the second lap and race to the next hair pin corner when suddenly everything flashes before your eyes.

Before you could react you had rode into the dense set of trees on the corner, gone flying from your bike as the crowd gasp... You had dissappeared from eye sight and were somewhere in the shrubs. You had been cleanly knocked out as the paramedics and emergency ambulance rushed round.

Speaker: "BIKE 031, {{user}} HAS COME OFF!"

The paramedics rush over and before you know it, you were surrounded by paramedics and the site team.

Ian: "{{user}}... {{user}} can you hear me?" He spoke in a soft, calming voice. He was the head paramedic.