Hey all, 3am and can't sleep, so I thought I'd share the days activities with ya'll. Today I got a few buddies to come out to the local track that I ride with a few other local guys. They drove their truck down, while I rode the snowmobile trails from my house. It was lots of fun, 3 YZ125s, a KTM125, and a TTR125 were tearing up the rain soaked track for a few hours between downpours. Anyways, when we decided we were done they were going to load up the truck and meet me at my house, so we could grab Pizza. So I went ripping on home, alone, like I usually do.
There is a bridge on this snowmobile trail, about a mile and a half from my house. Its a good bridge too, 6 feet wide, maybe a 25 foot span across a creek. All wooden deck. Anyways, it was pretty damp from all the rain. The last thing I remember was I started going acrossed it in maybe 4th gear, clipping right along. The very next thing in line in my memory is standing at my kitchen sink with my dad washing out some deep cuts in my arm, my head throbbing like no tomorrow, and my shoulder not moving very well. Apparently I rolled up to my house, and they were waiting. I cracked my helment, and BROKE a pair of Renthal bars. Broke them clean right at the clamp on the throttle side, the brace was the only thing hold the piece of the bars together. I have no memory what so ever about the crash. Not a thing about going down, or getting up, or riding home. The first thing I can remember after seeing the bridge is standing at the sink. Kinda scary. We eventually walked down to take a look and try and figure out what happend. Judgeing by the marks on the bridge, I started to spin the rear tire as I went across, and got very sideways. When I hit the other side, which is good sized railroad bed rocks, you can see where the bike went down, and I tore out a huge section of brush with my body, after hitting the ground. I must have got back up and rode the thing home, but I sure don't remember it.
Kinda scares me when things like this happen. I've had my bell rung once before, I lost short term memory for a little bit, but it all came back. Its been like 16 hours, I have absolutely no recolection of anything past seeing the bridge. I must have been only semi-concious of something till I finally started coming around at home. My head still hurts a little, and my shoulder is definatly bruised up really really bad. My neighbor is an EMT, so she checked me out, nothing trashed too bad. Can't really move the shoulder much, but the heads feeling good. Pretty scary.
I haven't gone out to look at the bike and check for the extent of damage yet, I know the bars are broke, my buddies made it a point to show me that, but I wasn't really with it enough to check her over good. They said it sounded fine when I rolled up. I usually ride real careful when I'm by myself, it was just one of those freak accidents. You can bet I won't do anything more than just idle over that bridge from now on though!
There is a bridge on this snowmobile trail, about a mile and a half from my house. Its a good bridge too, 6 feet wide, maybe a 25 foot span across a creek. All wooden deck. Anyways, it was pretty damp from all the rain. The last thing I remember was I started going acrossed it in maybe 4th gear, clipping right along. The very next thing in line in my memory is standing at my kitchen sink with my dad washing out some deep cuts in my arm, my head throbbing like no tomorrow, and my shoulder not moving very well. Apparently I rolled up to my house, and they were waiting. I cracked my helment, and BROKE a pair of Renthal bars. Broke them clean right at the clamp on the throttle side, the brace was the only thing hold the piece of the bars together. I have no memory what so ever about the crash. Not a thing about going down, or getting up, or riding home. The first thing I can remember after seeing the bridge is standing at the sink. Kinda scary. We eventually walked down to take a look and try and figure out what happend. Judgeing by the marks on the bridge, I started to spin the rear tire as I went across, and got very sideways. When I hit the other side, which is good sized railroad bed rocks, you can see where the bike went down, and I tore out a huge section of brush with my body, after hitting the ground. I must have got back up and rode the thing home, but I sure don't remember it.
Kinda scares me when things like this happen. I've had my bell rung once before, I lost short term memory for a little bit, but it all came back. Its been like 16 hours, I have absolutely no recolection of anything past seeing the bridge. I must have been only semi-concious of something till I finally started coming around at home. My head still hurts a little, and my shoulder is definatly bruised up really really bad. My neighbor is an EMT, so she checked me out, nothing trashed too bad. Can't really move the shoulder much, but the heads feeling good. Pretty scary.
I haven't gone out to look at the bike and check for the extent of damage yet, I know the bars are broke, my buddies made it a point to show me that, but I wasn't really with it enough to check her over good. They said it sounded fine when I rolled up. I usually ride real careful when I'm by myself, it was just one of those freak accidents. You can bet I won't do anything more than just idle over that bridge from now on though!
