Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:54 pm
I assume your avatar pic is you. What the heck did you do to yourself to get that?
haha that's pre-TMW i think. Or at least within a couple of weeks of me joining. That's blood (obviously) coming from a nice little wound over my right eye (within an inch or two. This is what happened:blues2cruise wrote:I assume your avatar pic is you. What the heck did you do to yourself to get that?
That day Luke (step-dadish thing) comes down to my room with his MX gear on and says "Come on, get your "poo poo" on" "Damn straight!" and I'm awake and ready in like 15 mins. So we hop on our bikes, him on his modded with $3k+ in the motor race prepped Kawi KX250, and me on my Honda XR200R. So we take off out of the driveway to the right and head down the service road, he's in 2nd or 3rd gear, ~40 MPH and there i am, 4th gear almost maxed hanging right on his tail. Now, at this point, I'd like to mention that my brakes on the XR were shot to "poo poo" at that point in time. So he slows down, I slow down and he stops, I stop, he turns around, and I see the look of suprise on his face that I've kept up for the past half mile of trail. Now it isn't a proper trail at this point, but a very worn service/fire road. "Well, Geoff, you've really improved since you started riding a copuple months ago. Here, trade" So he gets off the KX and we swap. So I'm on the KX, I make it to 2nd gear and get scared. I'd like to point out that a STOCK KX250 has 51 HP, the max recomended HP for a noob STREET bike that weighs between 400-600 lbs easy. On a bike that weighs LESS than my XR200R. With $3K into the motor. It's easily a 80HP 2-stroke MONSTER. So bear with me when I say I'm a little afraid of it. So we head to the top of the mountain, and at the top we switch back to our rspective bikes. He pins the throttle in neutral for about 20 seconds so the plug doesn't foul (apparently i didn't keep it revved high enough for as long as i should've when i was riding, used to a 4 stroke and all). Alright, he's ready, so we head back down the mountain. And at about the point where we stopped and switch the first time, i hear him click to 2nd and just NAIL the throttle and he wheelies away from me and get's up to a good 40-50 mph. Not one to be left behind, I get my bike going up into 4th and just keep it strung out there, 40-45 mph. Now there's one corner that i usually slow down a bit for, but not this time. I end up taking it with 4th strung out still. It's easily a 50 mph corner for a GOOD rider (ie Luke who's taken it at higher speeds) but here I am, only riding for 2 months at this point, all on the dirt. So i get down around it (down hill left hander) and there's luke, just about stopped, waiting for me about 50 ft away. "HAH I'll just BLAST by him on the inside" I thought to myself. WHOOPS, too close, my left bar clips his bars, throwing my bars to the left, throwing me to the right (he of course barley faltered, and stayed up no problem) effectivly high-siding me at 40-45 mph. So I fly a good 10 feet through the air, land face first on the hard, semi-rocky ground, and slid a good 30 ft to a stop. Now, I WAS wearing a helmet, boots, jeans, and a heavy jacket, all which did their job, BUT i was also wearing a face mask strapped to my helmet since it was kinda cold out. Also, no goggles, by my glasses on. Now when I hit a couple things happened. First, the little adjuster screw for the helmet's visor snaps and the visor folds down over my eyes (I believe this save me from further damage to the face personally) and second, my "procreating" maske moved my glasses up and into my right eyebrow, causinga deep cut that took 10 stitches to close, 2 internally in the wound, and 8 on the outside. But anyway, I'm laying on the ground, Luke keeps me from standing (apparently i kept trying to stand up, or so he tells me. From the time i left the saddle to a couple mins later i blacked out. Not from head trauma, but just cause i was scared shitless i guess). I remeber him trying to get one of the bikes started, me checking myself over, and him saying "Geoff don't stand up OR let yourself fall asleep". And great, the bikes both flooded. My was obviously THROWN on the ground at speed, and he dropped his and was running to me before i stopped sliding just about (so he tells me) so they're flooded good. So he startes RUNNING the half mile or so to home, in MX gear, sans helmet, but still in his Sidi's (mmmm, sidi). A few minutes later, he and mom come driving down the trail in his truck, get me in the cab, and stop at the house since i was apparently the only one together enough to remind them to get my wallet that had my insurance card in it. Any way, as mom's runnging in, i yell "Ma! Get the camera too!". So she grabs the camera and my wallet and we go. At this point, my left wrist was in more pain than my face, which was the worst part of the crash, despite the stiches. BUT the good news was, i NEVER got a concusion, not even a headache, thanks to the helmet. I called out from work that day (for obvious reason, the "fudge" heads made me get a doctor's note too, cause my stitches and splinted wrist weren't enough) but was there the next day.
CLIFF NOTES: I crashed on the trail at ~40 MPH due to being a squid. Hospital visit followed.
This is the pic that my avatar is clipped from. Warning, there's blood, and worse, my face, looking VERY disheveled. And a bit harrier than i am now:
56k may take a bit That was taken at the hospital, waiting for the nurse to let me into the emergancy room. There i am, bleeding from the face, waiting 30+ mins to get fixed up. The blood flowed and dried like that when i was laying on my back in the woods.
This is on the ride to the hospital, me trying to smile. Couldn't though, it pulled at the wound too much
