tallnate
Well-Known Member
TacomaJD said:Damn! I don't want no part of toothaches or kidney stones after readin all them horror stories! :****: :'(
I will have to say I never had any bad pain after my big bike wreck, I was knocked unconscious initially, and drugged like hell the rest of the time, so nothing ever really stuck out as the excrutiating.
However....when I was about 17, I wrecked the hell out of a motocross bike on a dirt (chert) road running about 60mph. wheelied over top of a hill and on the other side, a tree was across the road that blew over the night before. It kicked me over the handlebars and I slid head first down the middle of the dirt road 50-60mph wearing camo pants, cutoff t shirt, helmet and gloves. Had skints and cuts all over, but the main thing that got me was my knees. I guess I was trying to hold myself up off the ground to keep my belly from getting ate up. Wore the skin down to my knee caps, like could see the bone, mangled flesh, bleeding like a stuck hog all over.
I was in the middle of bum fukt Egypt, no cell phone, and by myself...barely could pick the bike up but couldn't kickstart it (no electric start on mx bike) due to the pain in my knees. Ended up pushing it to the ditch and just dropping it (no kickstand either), and started hobbling down the road. After about 200 yds, somebody came by in an El Camino and stopped. They asked if I needed a ride and I said no, just needed cell phone to call my mother. So I called her, told her where I was, and started walking back to where the bike was. She got there in about 15 minutes, picked the bike up for me, kickstarted it for me (go mom!) and I rode it back home while she followed me, blood dripping everywhere. Got home, dumped bike in front yard, got in with her and headed to the ER. They stiched up what they could, and put immobilizers on my legs so I couldn't bend them and the wounds could heal. Had to keep my legs completely straight for 2 months. Ever tried shitting with yer legs straight out in front of you??? Hard as fawk! I remember trying to walk to the bathroom from the couch and it being the worst pain in the world. I had crutches and couldn't even move my legs forward because it would draw up my kneecap and hurt like hell. Mom would crawl on the floor and push my legs forward, one by one.
I've put my parents through hell wrecking motorcycles over the years. I definitely could not ask for better folks to take care of me. Damn, haven't thought about that story in a long time. It sucks balls to be fawked up bigger than **** and being out in the middle of nowhere alone with no cell phone!
And now you're back riding bikes again. Dang dude, you're either insane or you must really love riding. Either way I hope you keep stories like this in your past.