How to Cowboy up when you go down....hard.
 

So yesterday a couple of buddies invited me out to the AZ desert outside of Phoenix to ride dirt bikes.

it was a blast although with my limited skill level I was kept on a pit bike of 125cc caliber.

the day was a blast as I rode quads and some full size bikes although I had no safety gear so other than a few bursts of speed i kept it tame. But on the pit bike I was a demon pulling wheelies and doing jumps etc.

As the day came to a close I shot down the dirt road for one last ride and thought lets see what this little bugger can do!

At approx 45 mile per hour I lost control and the bike slid out from under me as I did my best superman impression ever.:yep:

It was like sliding into home plate at 45 miles an hour from 4 feet up!

Needless to say my chin was now opened like roast beef, my hands were de-skinned, and somehow I managed to fracture a bone in my left elbow!

So being the country boy I am you will all be glad to know that 13 stitches and an arm sling later I left straight from the Hospital to have some drinks with my buddies.

Never ride without safety gear even if like me your John Wayne.:arrgh!:

I did something oddly just like that....once (maybe twice, the roads are rather hard up here in NW Illinois) actually, twice, now I remember. I just didn't bust anything in my elbow....and I couldn't get drinks. My wrists though took the brunt of it, I did a number on my chin and the wrists were rather beat up. (I shielded my face, in a moment of stark intelligence) couldn't afford a doctor though so we had to make due with gauze and medical tape.

on the country boy thing, I'm right there with ya. All my relatives in Connecticut stare agape when I walk barefoot on gravel.

Ouch! Take it easy there Road Warrior. ;) They won't need auditions for crazed bikers for a while yet.

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Ouch! Yeah, always wear a helmet.

Learned the hard way, but hey, ya learned.:yeah:

Oh yea I did learn buddy.:damn: The hard way as usual!

Another dirt bike crash survivor. I hit a tree on mine and was lucky to escape with a broken collarbone and sprained ankle.

But hey, barely avoiding death or crippling injury while pushing the envelope is pretty much a rite of passage for young folks. It's all a part of growing up.

You'll be telling this story for the next 50 years.

When I was about 10-11 years old, I was riding a small dirtbike up this hill. Was only going about 5-10 mph when the bike dumped sideways on me. I fell with all my weight on my right hand... on the exhaust! Because I was falling my hand stayed on hot muffler for about 2-3 seconds before I could get it off.

Was I wearing gloves? of course not! :damn::damn::damn:

Getting second degree burns on your hand when you are a thousand miles from anywhere is a good object lesson.

Pain is an excellent teacher.
Scars are an excellent reminder.

It is truly amazing that some of us actually survived kid-hood. :88)

Never had a problem on a dirt bike. On my street bikes though, I have done what every other rider sooner or later has or will do - and thats the asphalt slide.

Early in my riding years, my state put in place a helmet law. I bought a quarter helmet, strapped it to my shoulder, and got pulled a half dozen times for it easy. Every time I got a ticket, fought it and won - the law said you had to wear a NCDOT helmet - it never said you had to wear it ON YOUR HEAD! To date, the law still reads the same. Now - I wouldnt ride without a full face helmet, along with leathers and most of the time, gauntlet gloves. I have the scars from not only a few asphalt slides, but I went into (and nearly all the way through) a car's back window once.

Its not that we are stupid when we are young, we just don't realize that it CAN happen to us.....

Ny parents always said I'd get myself killed - I always figured I would be immortal till something killed me outright. Thankfully that never happened.
Now as long as the chute doesn't tangle too awful bad next time I jump.....:rock:

Beautiful streamer
Open for me
Blue skies above
But no canopy.......

Gory, gory what a helluva way to die!

:yeah:

Well done!!

Yelling that song at the top of your voice along with 60 other Paratroopers in the belly of a C-130 flying nap of the earth on the way out to the DZ is one heck of an experience.

C-130 rolling down the strip
Recon Rangers gonna take a little trip
Stand up hook up shuffle to the door
Take a step and count to four
If your chute won't open wide
You have another one by your side
If that one won't open wide
You are gonna have a hell of a ride

:arrgh!:

If I die on the old drop zone
Box me up and ship me home
Pin my wings upon my chest
and tell my girl I done my best :salute: