I swear, if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any.
Saturday evening, I went riding 4 wheelers with a buddy of mine, one was his brand new 2004 Kawasaki KTX700, which I was riding. He was on some pile Honda. We were down at the river blasting around.
We were on our way back to leave, and I decided to take one last pass around this sand track that is made down there, I left the trail and blasted down this path. Before I could react, I was airborn.
There in the middle of the sand was a sunken down pit, the size of 2 full sized pickups, parked door handle to door handle. In the pit were 6 huge logs, and a burn pit where people go down to sit on the logs, light a fire, and drink beer.
Well, it was directly in front of me, and before I saw it, I was over it. I knew this wasn't going to be good. I hit the throttle wide open, in a hope to clear whatever was coming. It didn't work. The rear tires hit one log, which made the nose, dive. Then it leaned right. It planted the right front tire in the sand, and went over and rolled to the right. I was still half way on it still, and I landed with my right side waist, landing directly on one log on the far side of the pit, and then the 4 wheeler came down and landed on top of me.
I didn't, and couldn't move, or speak. After about 20 min, I finally managed to get to my feet, and I just fell. I later found out that I fractured my pelvis... again. Last time was in the near death accident I had a few years ago, that trhe pics were on my site. Now I had reinjured it.
I was going probably 40 mph or faster, I imagine. But, now I can hardly breathe without a terrible amount of pain. I'm eating Ibuprophen like their Skittles, just to get through the day.
So anyway, if anyone needs anything, I'm out of commision, for everything for awhile. I painfully, finished my buddy's truck and released it, even that hurt to do.
But here's the real kick in Jimmy... my buddy that owns the 4 wheeler, ran up, and pulled the bike off of me, and as I lay there wondering if I was alive or not, starts to walk around his bike, ranting and raving about "this is why I hate letting people ride my stuff, they always wreck it..." mumbling and cussing under his breath, complaining that I layed the handlebars down, which can, and was easily fixed, and paid no attention to me lying there, for at least 5 minutes.
When I get better, he and I are going to have a chat, behind the woodshed. But I'll be ok, this isn't a sympathy post. I just wanted to let people know, if you want me to be any use to anyone, I can't. I hope everyone elses weekend went much better than mine.
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