Oh clavus, you so funny!
I have a couple of carpet-tripping experiences that are my latest, but they're boring.
So I'll tell about my last 4 four-wheeler wrecks.
The first one was the worst.
My buddy and I were riding some trails near my house, heading home, when I came upon a two foot tall bump in the trail that's sometimes used for jumping.
Because of my weight, I don't try the jumps. (usually)
I was trailing behind my buddy a good way, so I decided to catch up with him.
I was going about 20-25 mph when I suddenly and violently remembered the bump.
I applied the brakes (I think) and then hit the bump, flipped forward over the handlebars, landed on my left hand, followed quickly by my face.
I scraped my face along the ground a few feet, then felt the four-wheeler land on my legs and lower back.
As soon as everything was settled, I knew I was hurt, because I could see the dripping blood.
I brought my hand up to feel my face and felt my forehead pulled down over my right brow.
Luckily, I don't panic easily.
I held the flap up with one hand, while I wiggled out from under the four wheeler and looked around for my phone.
It had fallen out of the case and was about 5 feet from me.
When I tried to stand, that's when I realized I had hurt my left hand and right knee.
I kinda butt-walked over to my phone, called my friend to bring me some towels and call the ambulance and direct them to my location.
After getting my wounds cleaned of dirt and whatnot and stitched up in the ER, then having to get the stitches removed 3 days later and drains put in because of infection, and
then restitched, then going through the process of having a cast on my hand for a few weeks, then a smaller cast, all the while while walking with a cane for a wrenched knee, you'd think I'd stay away from four-wheelers. Ha! As if!
I had 3 more wrecks where I dumped the four-wheeler on its side, doing stupid shit.
The first was riding down a dirt road and deciding to ride on the raised sides (dumped!), the second was trying to do a donut in a gravel pit and it getting away from me (dumped!), and the third and last, following on another trail with the same buddy and trying to go over a fallen log, too slow, with just the two left wheels. (dumped!)
That last one, I thought at first I was bleeding again, because something wet was dripping onto me. I realized it wasn't red, then I thought, "Oh shit, it's gas!" (ok, a little panicky that time)
Heh, turns out it was my Dr. Pepper dripping out of the straw as it's strapped to the gun rack.
I pretty much decided I'm not cut out to ride a four-wheeler.
P.S. What's galling about the whole first wreck (besides the injuries) was the newspaper article our small paper ran about it.
They at least got my name right, but then they said EMT's responded to a call of a four-wheeler accident out in the country, but it turned out I wasn't seriously hurt and they released me at the scene. (righhhht)
They went on to do a PSA about riding motorcycles and atv's with a helmet.
I feel used!
