GETMETOCA
Can't Wait For Tuesdays
- Mar 17, 2002
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So there I was, tangled up in the trees during the recent Bearfoot Enduro. I was trying to avoid a little kid who was sprawled out on the trail and being quite the spode myself, I avoided him by running off the course. The kid went along his way, leaving me to my own predicament.
And then tragedy occurred.....
I heaved the heavy bike back onto the trail and began to remount.....But alas!!! I lost my footing in the rut of the trail and fell with a resounding THUD!! As if on que, the oppressive weight of the kTm fell precisely on top of my squirming figure, pinning my neck by its steely forks! To add to my misery, the hot and smoldering pipe was burning my leg with no recourse! I was trapped! With no one to come to my aid!!
The burning sensation of the pipe caused me to heave the weighty KTM off my lower extremities, however, the movement caused further oppression to my neck and jaw! Could this be the end of GETMETOCA? To die in the autumn woods with a crushed windpipe? What a miserable demise! Mine eyes took in the glory of the autumn woods, as they sadly may be my last view of earth.....the golden leaves, the damp and mossy soil, the deer poop. Would anyone miss me? Would I ever see another glorious sunrise? Did I remember to mail my castle payment?
I was most certain that my last breaths would be moments away as panic and dementia set in.....the pain, oh the pain! I struggled in vain to move the weighty beast from upon my neck, but could not prevail under its massive bulk......Oh, but who would encounter my lifeless form in the deep, dark woods?
Must....breathe.....must.....BREATHE!!! Just as I was certain the end was near, I mustered the will to draw a great breath and hail help as best and loudly as I could! HELP ME!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!! I screamed over and over with that great breath.....and reluctantly deduced that if I was screaming, I most certainly must be able to breath, afterall.... :ugg:
Footsteps!!! I could hear the resounding echo of heavy boots approaching as strong hands lifted the KTM-BEAST from my limp form. I grasped my neck in true drama queen form and wheezed my appreciation to the young gentleman rescuer.
As I gathered my bearings I noted three or four enduro participants further down the trail, waiting patiently for me to remove myself from their way....afterall, this was a Special Test section and haste was the expectation!
"I'm fine, really!" I sang out, as the first two sped by. Oddly, they did not stop to inquire of my well being.
"I'm a bit fatiqued, and oh! my parched throat!" I declared to the third rider as he responded with a bit of roost and narry a look back.
Nontheless, I was determined to capture this near-tragic event in my life by commissioning the great artiste, Predcasso! He has entitled his work of art simply as "Natty Stuck". I have attached it for your appreciation.
And then tragedy occurred.....
I heaved the heavy bike back onto the trail and began to remount.....But alas!!! I lost my footing in the rut of the trail and fell with a resounding THUD!! As if on que, the oppressive weight of the kTm fell precisely on top of my squirming figure, pinning my neck by its steely forks! To add to my misery, the hot and smoldering pipe was burning my leg with no recourse! I was trapped! With no one to come to my aid!!
The burning sensation of the pipe caused me to heave the weighty KTM off my lower extremities, however, the movement caused further oppression to my neck and jaw! Could this be the end of GETMETOCA? To die in the autumn woods with a crushed windpipe? What a miserable demise! Mine eyes took in the glory of the autumn woods, as they sadly may be my last view of earth.....the golden leaves, the damp and mossy soil, the deer poop. Would anyone miss me? Would I ever see another glorious sunrise? Did I remember to mail my castle payment?
I was most certain that my last breaths would be moments away as panic and dementia set in.....the pain, oh the pain! I struggled in vain to move the weighty beast from upon my neck, but could not prevail under its massive bulk......Oh, but who would encounter my lifeless form in the deep, dark woods?
Must....breathe.....must.....BREATHE!!! Just as I was certain the end was near, I mustered the will to draw a great breath and hail help as best and loudly as I could! HELP ME!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!! I screamed over and over with that great breath.....and reluctantly deduced that if I was screaming, I most certainly must be able to breath, afterall.... :ugg:
Footsteps!!! I could hear the resounding echo of heavy boots approaching as strong hands lifted the KTM-BEAST from my limp form. I grasped my neck in true drama queen form and wheezed my appreciation to the young gentleman rescuer.
As I gathered my bearings I noted three or four enduro participants further down the trail, waiting patiently for me to remove myself from their way....afterall, this was a Special Test section and haste was the expectation!
"I'm fine, really!" I sang out, as the first two sped by. Oddly, they did not stop to inquire of my well being.
"I'm a bit fatiqued, and oh! my parched throat!" I declared to the third rider as he responded with a bit of roost and narry a look back.
Nontheless, I was determined to capture this near-tragic event in my life by commissioning the great artiste, Predcasso! He has entitled his work of art simply as "Natty Stuck". I have attached it for your appreciation.
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