When was the worst time you fell down on a motorcycle?

The worst time I fell off my motorcycle was because I was drunk. At that time, my relatives said that someone had sent me back, but I didn't let me. I tried to be brave and rode my motorcycle home, and then I fell black and blue. It was the worst fall I had, but fortunately there was no bone injury, just a skin injury. ?

Last Spring Festival, my father asked me to visit relatives at my aunt's house, because my cousin was going to take her newlywed husband back to her mother's house that day, because according to our custom, the newlyweds who got married in the first year would go back to their mother's house and then have their own relatives as "guests", so my father asked me to go.

It was raining that day, so I took my raincoat and set off from home by motorcycle. I didn't even hear my dad say I wouldn't drink. If I had heard what he said, I wouldn't have drunk, because my family is still afraid of my father, who is the most authoritative person in my family.

When I arrived at menstruation's house, I met my cousin. Just after greeting, he said to me, cousin, you must have a good drink today. My drunk brother will take you home. ?

Shout out, as far as drinking is concerned, I'm really not afraid of anyone. Since he said such a thing, I won't be coy, and I promised him directly and readily. ?

In the middle of the banquet, my cousin drinks as long as he lets me drink, which is absolutely unambiguous, because our custom there is that it is very awesome to get people drunk from my cousin. In fact, this is also because the old social concept left over from the wine table is not very good. Although I don't quite agree with this concept, I always welcome it as long as it involves drinking. ?

After three rounds of drinking, the people brought by my cousin's brother-in-law have climbed into bed. Only my cousin and several cousins can drink here, one of whom is a soldier, and then four or five of us drink from twelve noon to four in the afternoon without interruption.

I remember that five of the ten of us were the "main force" that day. Five of us drank about 12 bottles of white wine, about two bottles each, about two kilograms of white wine.

Then it was really time to go home in the afternoon, and my aunt asked my uncle to drive me back. I don't know where I got so much energy at that time, just because my uncle refused to send me back, or maybe because people who drank too much never admitted that they drank too much. When I came out of the wine table, everyone looked at me normally, and I was completely normal.

My uncle also knows that I can drink at ordinary times, and our two houses are not far away, so at my repeated request, he promised me to go back by motorcycle. ?

When I first went back, I was driving in a straight line, which was good, but when it was windy that night, it was a little blurred. After all, I drank more than two kilograms of wine. Then I slowly felt like throwing up. Just as I was approaching the door, I finally couldn't help throwing up. It doesn't matter if I turn around. I just turned my motorcycle over and I was thrown out. It was a terrible fall! ?

After that, my dad never let me touch the car again. As long as you go for a drink, you can only walk back honestly.