The instance that sticks in my mind most of truly causing me to go to the extreme on the "Quick spur-of-the-moment Action".
- I was dirtbiking, and probably a good hour of nice riding or so down a trail, when I lost it having fun in some mud. However, thanks to shitty luck, I snapped the clutch handle off and the screw holding it in place disappeared into the mud. While I was thinking how to fix it enough to get back home and mentally going "shit, this is going to be hours to even get out of here walking", my phone picked up a signal and I got a call saying a close friend was in a major car accident and they were critically injured and I was wanted at the hospital immediately. I entirely stopped thinking, left the broken handle where it was, pulled out my leatherman and grabbed the steel cable with the pliers, and somehow got the bike going, and up to 5th gear....refused to let up on the throttle the entire way back regardless of how sharp the turn was, or how bad the bump was. Lightly "brushed" quite a few branches and trees on the way out...and ignored every road rule in existence (bike isn't road legal, nor was I obeying much in traffic laws for the couple miles of road to get to the hospital.) and arrived at the hospital 40 minutes later, covered in mud. As I discovered when the adrenaline wore off, I took some hits of my own on my way to get there, my arms and (embarrassingly enough), ass were bruised, along with my glove being partly ripped open.