Mine was driving all the way out to Glamis and was stoked the whole way there since it was going to be the 2nd ride on my new bike at the time, 2001 YZ426F. I did a quick warm up session with my bike when we got there... And then, after about 15 minutes after arriving in Glamis, I thought I'd be nice and warm my mom's quad up for her. That's where it went wrong... I still don't know to this date, what I hit... But it sent by front over end, and for some reason, I didn't let go of the bars on the quad. I ended up crashing... and I didn't think I was hurt until I started the quad back up and couldn't pull the clutch in. I took of my glove and realized my hand was super swollen already. I figured I could still ride, just needed sometime to regain strength. My mom is a nurse, and she was freaking out, telling me it was broken. But it didn't hurt, so I said, Let's stay ((since she wanted to take me to the hosp.)) and I'll ride tomorrow. None the less, I wasn't able to ride all weekend. I was confined to a sand rail. And when I went to the doctors on Monday, there was nothing he could do to set the bone since it had already started healing and he was going to have to break it again and set it. I said, Heck with that I'll be fine. Now... I have no knuckle on my left hand. Over all, not that bad... Only part that made it bad was I only got one "warm up" ride on my bike all weekend. :whoa:
- Heather
- Heather