This past summer I was living with my father in Pocatello, Idaho. He lives in the mountains where there are plenty of trails for riding dirt bikes. We own two KTM 105's which are smaller than a normal size bike, but are still really fast. Me and my friends had been riding all summer and we had decided on taking our bikes up to some trails about twenty five minutes from our house.
We pulled up to the parking lot and began to unload them from our truck. I had two of my best friends Justin and Jeff with me that day. It was an extremely hot dry summer afternoon but we were all eager to have some fun. After slipping our helmets on, strapping up our gloves, and locking the truck we hit the trails. We all decided on going to a track that wasn't far away to play around on some jumps and berms.
I was in the lead being fairly confident on how to get there. The trails were dusty and the faster I went went the cooler the wind felt. After about 10 minutes of cruising we were there. I had been to this track once before and I thought I knew where I was going. I started going fast up a trail on a small hill. I thought it was the same trail I had gone on before and I thought I knew what was on the other side. When I reached the top of the hill in third gear I immediately saw about a seven foot hole, but it was to late. I slammed on my brakes and flipped over my handle bars. I had gone up the landing ramp of a jump and the hole was from the dirt they used to make it. I flew in the air and landed in the hole arms first and did a role. I looked up in time to see my bike about to hit me so put my legs up and kicked it out of the way. I had felt something not normal happen to my left arm as I landed so I looked over. My forearm was facing the opposite way my shoulder was turned. I immediately thought oh shit its broken and started yelling for my friends, who had not seen the accident happen.
Once Justin and Jeff got there I explained things and we tried coming up with a solution for getting me out of there. Even though my arm was messed up and I should have been feeling pain it didn't hurt at all because of the adrenaline. We decided that Justin was going to off road the truck as close as he could and I would walk. As Jeff and myself sat there in the dirt with no shade in the desert I started getting real dehydrated. About forty five minutes later, after I almost blacked out Justin came running up with a Gatorade. After chugging it down we made a sling out of our shirts and began to walk. The pain was excruciating walking and the beating sun didn't help. After around a hour we had made it to the car and it would be another hour to the hospital.
The x-rays came back and the doctor said that I had dislocated my elbow with a fracture as well.
My elbow was the size of a grapefruit and I couldn't wait for my elbow to be back in place. I got put to sleep and they had to have two doctors lock my elbow back to normal. What a horrible memory, but one that I learned a valuable lesson from.
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6 comments:
The story kept me interested... maybe you could put a couple pictures in there if you have one of your arm.
I agree. Pictures would be helpful. Did you take any that day? Glad to hear you didn't completely break our arm but still learned a lesson from it.
I think you could expand upon the question from bedford, what do you want the reader to know about you? all i know is that you ride and your tough as nails for walking across a desert...
Yes, you definitely need a pic of the grapefruit elbow. Good description. Maybe include what the lesson was you learned.
Hey there-- while reading this, it pushed me forward, so your writing made me interested in seeing it through. That being said, I wanted to see more of the landscape. What do the trails look like, you're riding on this trail you've ridden a hundred times and then-- woops, it's not that trail-- because that's how it happened, I'd like to read it thataway.
I agree with sea-nettle, I'd like to have a better feel of the setting. Overall, good story.
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