- Nov 3, 2000
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I wish I could write about how great of a day I had at Cycle Ranch MX today, but unfortunatly I can't. If you've ever seen the movie "Final Destination" that about sums up my day yesterday.
As many of you know, I put my dog down on Friday morning. Since then I have had about a million other things go wrong (that I won't really go into detail about), and thought life was pretty bad.
I have been looking forward to a race for over a year at Cycle Ranch for women (WML Cup). They have 12 different women's classes divided up by skill and bike size. I was so excited for this race and had everything prepared for it. As of October there were 130 entries for the women's classes. Would be an awesome event and I was ready to kick some girl butt.
So I headed off wednesday morning to my friend, Scotty's house with my bike to get it all prepped for the race and leave for San Antonio later that evening. He had gotten me all new plastic/graphics, grips, and other what nots, for this race so I could be all spiffy and he was going as my mechanic. So I leave the house at 10:00 a.m. at 10:15 I was on highway 75 about to get on the highway 635 ramp when I was rear ended and pushed into another truck. My truck was totaled and my bike was pushed into the cab of my truck. So if you were on highway 75 yesterday in Dallas trying to go South you can thank me for backing up traffic for 11 miles.
The guy infront of me had a trailer hitch that was wedged about 1 foot into my engine, and the bed of my truck basically folded. There is major frame damage. My air bags did not go off, which pisses me off. My bike was pushed into the cab and left a 2 inch indention (3 inches wide) where the front tire was. The bike appears to be ok, but I brought it to the shop and it appears the tripleclamps, suspension, and frame could be damaged/bent. With a force that hard something had to have given on the bike because it was basically smushed.
The dude in front of me's truck had minor damage to his bumper and tailgate as the trailer hitch ball is the thing that i really hit. The guy behind me's front bumper and radiator were damaged. Both big trucks against my little truck.
I called my mom and then Scotty to pick up my bike. I decided to spend the day with scotty and check my bike out to see if it was ok and still go down to Cycle Ranch. I was sore, but thought I felt ok. Unfortuatly this pipe dream never happened as it appears I am injured. My neck is so sore I can't hardly move it and no matter what I'm doing I'm in a lot of pain. If you even touch my neck or anywhere on my back I scream. It's been almost 48 hours since the accident and the pain spreads and gets worse by the hour. At first I thought this was normal (whiplash) type pain from an auto accident as I have never been in one before. I think something is wrong though and I will be seeing a doctor in the morning.
So my friend decides to take me home (weds night). We are driving down the highway when these two cars are road raging and one gets out of control, spins out hits the guardrail and flies off the bridge on the highway... (if he would have boucned of the guardrail he would have hit us). We called 911 and the guy fled the scene. Then when in town a dude ran a red light and we almost t-boned him. Then I got a call from my mom saying that she got in a car accident too and got rear-ended. (She and my grandma are both ok as well as the car, minor bumper damage) We avoided about 2 more wrecks after that kept seeing tow trucks on the side of the road and RIP signs with flowers. Scotty and I were so freaked out, I made him stay at my house that night (he lives an hour away). It was like this black cloud was following us, or in like in the Final Destination movie, death.
So here I am bikeless, truckless, and dogless... and I have no idea if this dude's insurance is going to pay for my gear that got trashed, my unicycle (bent to hell), my dirtbike, my bed extender, my truck, and my health bills. I am also self-employeed (freelance graphic/web design) and right now I can't stand to sit in a chair for more than 15 minutes. I'm not really sure what I should do at this point besides sleep and wish I could wake up from this awful nightmare.
The things I am thank-ful for...
-that I am still alive
-that me and my family had a great thanksgiving
-hydrocodine and alchol
-that my friend and I are for the most part in good health
-that I have had the opportunity to do neat things like ride motorcycles
-that I had an awesome companion for 17 years (that I miss a lot)
-that I have good people behind me that care about and take care of me.
-that life can only go one way from here and that is up
-that there are truck sales at the end of the year.
As many of you know, I put my dog down on Friday morning. Since then I have had about a million other things go wrong (that I won't really go into detail about), and thought life was pretty bad.
I have been looking forward to a race for over a year at Cycle Ranch for women (WML Cup). They have 12 different women's classes divided up by skill and bike size. I was so excited for this race and had everything prepared for it. As of October there were 130 entries for the women's classes. Would be an awesome event and I was ready to kick some girl butt.
So I headed off wednesday morning to my friend, Scotty's house with my bike to get it all prepped for the race and leave for San Antonio later that evening. He had gotten me all new plastic/graphics, grips, and other what nots, for this race so I could be all spiffy and he was going as my mechanic. So I leave the house at 10:00 a.m. at 10:15 I was on highway 75 about to get on the highway 635 ramp when I was rear ended and pushed into another truck. My truck was totaled and my bike was pushed into the cab of my truck. So if you were on highway 75 yesterday in Dallas trying to go South you can thank me for backing up traffic for 11 miles.
The guy infront of me had a trailer hitch that was wedged about 1 foot into my engine, and the bed of my truck basically folded. There is major frame damage. My air bags did not go off, which pisses me off. My bike was pushed into the cab and left a 2 inch indention (3 inches wide) where the front tire was. The bike appears to be ok, but I brought it to the shop and it appears the tripleclamps, suspension, and frame could be damaged/bent. With a force that hard something had to have given on the bike because it was basically smushed.
The dude in front of me's truck had minor damage to his bumper and tailgate as the trailer hitch ball is the thing that i really hit. The guy behind me's front bumper and radiator were damaged. Both big trucks against my little truck.
I called my mom and then Scotty to pick up my bike. I decided to spend the day with scotty and check my bike out to see if it was ok and still go down to Cycle Ranch. I was sore, but thought I felt ok. Unfortuatly this pipe dream never happened as it appears I am injured. My neck is so sore I can't hardly move it and no matter what I'm doing I'm in a lot of pain. If you even touch my neck or anywhere on my back I scream. It's been almost 48 hours since the accident and the pain spreads and gets worse by the hour. At first I thought this was normal (whiplash) type pain from an auto accident as I have never been in one before. I think something is wrong though and I will be seeing a doctor in the morning.
So my friend decides to take me home (weds night). We are driving down the highway when these two cars are road raging and one gets out of control, spins out hits the guardrail and flies off the bridge on the highway... (if he would have boucned of the guardrail he would have hit us). We called 911 and the guy fled the scene. Then when in town a dude ran a red light and we almost t-boned him. Then I got a call from my mom saying that she got in a car accident too and got rear-ended. (She and my grandma are both ok as well as the car, minor bumper damage) We avoided about 2 more wrecks after that kept seeing tow trucks on the side of the road and RIP signs with flowers. Scotty and I were so freaked out, I made him stay at my house that night (he lives an hour away). It was like this black cloud was following us, or in like in the Final Destination movie, death.
So here I am bikeless, truckless, and dogless... and I have no idea if this dude's insurance is going to pay for my gear that got trashed, my unicycle (bent to hell), my dirtbike, my bed extender, my truck, and my health bills. I am also self-employeed (freelance graphic/web design) and right now I can't stand to sit in a chair for more than 15 minutes. I'm not really sure what I should do at this point besides sleep and wish I could wake up from this awful nightmare.
The things I am thank-ful for...
-that I am still alive
-that me and my family had a great thanksgiving
-hydrocodine and alchol
-that my friend and I are for the most part in good health
-that I have had the opportunity to do neat things like ride motorcycles
-that I had an awesome companion for 17 years (that I miss a lot)
-that I have good people behind me that care about and take care of me.
-that life can only go one way from here and that is up
-that there are truck sales at the end of the year.
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