noone1569
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So.... I went down, hard.
Just over 30 years old now, been riding motorcycles for a tad over 25 years. Therefore, I've had my fair share of accidents on and off road, and this was my first off-road bike accident on the road.
Last Monday, my roommate found a gas gas 270cc trials bike for sale for too cheap. Being the hooligans we all are, of course he picked it up.
I raced home from work Monday evening ready to see what trials bikes were all about. My roomie was out riding it when I got home, so I quickly changed out of my casual working man's clothes and got ready to get on the bike. Roommate came tearing down the street into my yard a bit faster than I'd like so I took his helmet out to him as he was squidding it out.
Well that was my cue to get on, so I dawned my Icon Variant. Alpinestars smx plus boots, Alpinestars smx2 gloves and took off on the bike. Leaving my court, I pulled the front wheel up a bit, and was surprised how easy it was to balance the gas gas. As the bike is geared so low and idle set so low, it seemed that third gear was ideal for cruising. I turned around at a stop sign and decided, unfortunately, to see what kind of balls the bike had. Figuring it was a 270cc and weighed about 150 lbs, thought it would be pretty stout.
So, of course, I grab a fist full of throttle from idle, the front wheel rises unnaturally high and fast, next thing I know I'm chasing the bike, moving about fifteen miles per hour. I know I should have let go, but I didn't. So I smash the ground, knee first, forearm second. Not sure if I hit my head, but I noticed the bike was still running so I tried to crawl over to it so I can kill the engine, but I can't. I crawl off the road into the grass and try to pull out my cell phone to call my roomie, my hands aren't working right though.
A lady came by on a golf cart, so I had her call my roommate. He drives over in his civic, and one we realize that I can't get in that tiny car and call an ambulance.
The bus takes me to the closest hospital who then gives me some pain meds and an xray. That hospital decides that I'm far too broken for them, and I need to head to the major trauma center downtown, same one that treats IndyCar drivers and motogp accidents
The trauma hospital xrayed me again and decided that I needed an external fixation to reduce swelling enough that they could repair my knee plates and screws.
Five excruciating days later, the surgeon cleared me for surgery, and he spent six and a half hours repairing my knee.
Now I sit here awaiting to be released. I will spend the next three months without bearing any weight in it and hopefully be at 90% mobility within six months.
The surgeon said I got really lucky; usually these breaks result in severed arteries and then amputation.
Be careful out there guys. I never thought I'd be in this situation, but it happens. Fully preventable, think before you act. Life, it's fragile.
Just over 30 years old now, been riding motorcycles for a tad over 25 years. Therefore, I've had my fair share of accidents on and off road, and this was my first off-road bike accident on the road.
Last Monday, my roommate found a gas gas 270cc trials bike for sale for too cheap. Being the hooligans we all are, of course he picked it up.
Well that was my cue to get on, so I dawned my Icon Variant. Alpinestars smx plus boots, Alpinestars smx2 gloves and took off on the bike. Leaving my court, I pulled the front wheel up a bit, and was surprised how easy it was to balance the gas gas. As the bike is geared so low and idle set so low, it seemed that third gear was ideal for cruising. I turned around at a stop sign and decided, unfortunately, to see what kind of balls the bike had. Figuring it was a 270cc and weighed about 150 lbs, thought it would be pretty stout.
So, of course, I grab a fist full of throttle from idle, the front wheel rises unnaturally high and fast, next thing I know I'm chasing the bike, moving about fifteen miles per hour. I know I should have let go, but I didn't. So I smash the ground, knee first, forearm second. Not sure if I hit my head, but I noticed the bike was still running so I tried to crawl over to it so I can kill the engine, but I can't. I crawl off the road into the grass and try to pull out my cell phone to call my roomie, my hands aren't working right though.
A lady came by on a golf cart, so I had her call my roommate. He drives over in his civic, and one we realize that I can't get in that tiny car and call an ambulance.
The bus takes me to the closest hospital who then gives me some pain meds and an xray. That hospital decides that I'm far too broken for them, and I need to head to the major trauma center downtown, same one that treats IndyCar drivers and motogp accidents
The trauma hospital xrayed me again and decided that I needed an external fixation to reduce swelling enough that they could repair my knee plates and screws.
Five excruciating days later, the surgeon cleared me for surgery, and he spent six and a half hours repairing my knee.
Now I sit here awaiting to be released. I will spend the next three months without bearing any weight in it and hopefully be at 90% mobility within six months.
The surgeon said I got really lucky; usually these breaks result in severed arteries and then amputation.
Be careful out there guys. I never thought I'd be in this situation, but it happens. Fully preventable, think before you act. Life, it's fragile.
