On wednesday after I spent an hour setting up my VCR to record the Steel City race, I decided to go ride at Oakhill. After about 4 hours of riding I decided to do the tame triple. I knew I could do it because I had only come up 4 feet short before on my previous attempts and now my bike was fixed and I was confident I could get enough speed. Well, I did it, only to come down the landing hit a soft spot right after the landing and go flying over my bars, would have been a normal get-off if my foot hadn't got stuck under the rear brake as I was going air born over the bars, so my foot stayed and I flew. From what I hear I flipped over with the bike and then dismounted completely leaving me about 15 feet from my bike. I couldn't move my leg. A few riders tried to help me up, but I told them I wanted to lay there for a while. My mom decided that going to school was more important than going to the Dr. so after driving 2 hours with my left foot I had to walk around school all night with a messed up foot and wait to see the dr. the next day. :silly: After seeing the Dr. yesterday, I found out my foot isn't broken, but I did tear my muscles in my foot. I have to wear this stupid walking boot for at least 6 weeks, and then return to the Dr. I call this boot my trophey for clearing the triple. I also had to drop out of the Pro Circuit Series, which the last 3 tracks were my favorite ones and I was looking forward to these races for months. So you know I return home rewind the vcr tape to sit down with my foot propped up anxiously waiting to watch the Steel City race which I have been dying to see for what a month now only to find out my VCR didn't record it. :silly: So if anyone has this on tape and wouldn't mind copying it and sending it to me, I will send you some money for the tape and postage. I really want to see that race. Guess I should have stayed home and watched it, instead of going riding, but the itch was too strong. Now I have at least six weeks before I can go jump the triple again.... At least I can sit on my bike, marvel at its beauty, refine her and count the days until I can put on my helmet start her engine and hear that exquisite purr that I already long to hear.