|07-31-2008, 01:32 PM||#1|
Joined: Jun 2008
It influenced who i am today
It was '98 i was 12 and i was the owner of a brand new yamaha ttr 125. it was my third bike so i was no beginner, i had just enough skill to get myself hurt...lol. My parents split when i was 2 and my Dad grew up on motorcycles but my stepdad never rode much, funny because he is the one who bought my bikes and encouraged riding, i guess he regreted that someone hadnt exposed him to it at a young age. We have a nice chunk of land with no close neighbors to annoy so I was pretty much free to roam our 10 acres of fields and woods in rural north Ga and i took full advantage of that!
I had the perfect setup! Wide open fields and tight singletrack all in my back yard. Every day that i could i would ride til dusk then as the light began to fade i would head back toward the house and park my trusty steed in the garage til the next day. As my skill level increased i began to wheelie and get some nice air off some jumps i made with the tractor and some spare dirt we had piled up in the field. I began to get cocky, riding beoynd my skill level i guess you could say and it caught up with me!
One hot and humid Ga afternoon i was tearing through the fields and launching off of my newly found natural jump. One pass after another i got a little more confident and left the lip with a little more speed and style i felt invincible! As the sun started to drop low on the horizon i knew i had time for just one more jump, i was gonna give it my all, wide open and balls to the wall. I knew as soon as i left the ground that this was going to be bad. My left leg slipped off the peg as i left the jump i fumbled in mid air trying to get it straightened back out but i had no luck. I froze and didnt bail out instead i tried to ride it out. As i landed i was at an angle and my left motocross boot dug up in the ground. The bike came down hard and i felt my leg snap as i flew off the bike.
I was seeing stars i had taken a bad fall and i knew it, i tried to move but the pain stopped me dead in my tracks. I reached for the helmet strap and fumbled to get it un hooked, i finally got it undone and I slung the helmet across the field in anger! I had to keep a level head i thought, i had to get out of this. The next thing that crossed my mind was "Man, Mom is going to be pissed!" So im out in a field about 200 yards from my grandmothers house and about a hundred yards from another filed where she has some rental property. Ive got to get someones attention, but how i dont see anyone outside and i cant walk anywhere!
The bike is still running, im hurting. I decide to assess the damage. i look down at my left leg...its in a very unnatural position twisted back and under my right leg, but its not bent at the hip its bent about an inch below it. I can see the bone protruding from my pants and the adjacent area is soaked with blood. I begin to cry, the pain in immense and i know that serious damage has been done!
I start yelling and one of the renters happens to be outside and hears me. he runs over and i tell him my leg is broke. he runs back to his house, calls 911 then calls my mom. She prints across the field and shortly after the ambulance rolls in. The EMT's and Firefighters begin to work and get my leg into a traction splint. Then the ambulance speeds off with me in the back heading to the local ER.
The doc rolls in and confirms my fears, a compund fracture of the left femur. For those of you who dont know the femur is the largest and strongest bone in the human body, it had to take some serious force to snap it off one inch below the hip ball. Surgery is needed and the on call orthapedic surgeon is paged in. The ER doctor says the leg has to go into traction until they can get me in surgery. So he pulls out what looks like a dewalt drill, no joke, he says its hospital grade and i chuckle at that. He does a shot of local anathestic right below the knee and drills a hole through my tibia. I get sick to my stomach at this greusome sight and i puke all over the cute nurse who is helping him. But the hole isnt the end of this awful process he then procedes to hammer a piece of 1/8 inch stainless round bar with a loop at the end through my leg. After he is finished hammering he bends the round bar around my leg and attaches a weight to a rope running through a pulley system to keep the bones seperated so they dont begin to fuse back while were waiting for surgery.
The orthapedic surgeon finally arrives and they decide a titanium rod through the center of the bone along with three screws will fix it right up so off to surgery i go. After hours of surgery i wake up in the recovery room and in alot of pain and over the next couple of weeks im up on crutches for very short distances and then eventually i head home. I couldnt go back to school so i had this thing for a while where one teacher woud come to my house once a week and go over all my work. After a couple of months i was getting around ok and went back to school at first in a wheelchair and then on crutches.
It healed up great, Doc says it was because i was young and healthy. I can now detect rain and low pressure fronts better than the weather channel and it still flairs up sometimes after a hard day of riding. After the incident my parents sold the little yamaha 125 and i didnt really have a desire to ride anymore. My dad told me to get back on it but at the time i wasnt having it, i wasnt scared per say i was just apprehensive. I picked up new hobbies and went on to be an accompished BMX racer, that didnt go much better though. Over the next few years i saw many more injurys and I saw that same othapedic surgeon for broken collar bones, a broken ankle, a compund fracture of the radius and ulna (both arm bones at one time), and various other hyper extension and tears of ligaments and tendons.
I settled down for a while and coasted through the last two years of high school, took it easy and since i couldnt play sports for risk of reinjury i did the marching band thing. Well after a couple of years of college and growing up alot i had been toying with the idea of picking up another bike. I started some research for a dualsport something street and dirt worthy. The drz caught my eye and about 2 months ago i picked up a used 02 drz 400 s from an older guy with really low miles and all dealer maintence records. My mom looked at me like i was crazy when i pulled up on my new toy, but i knew it was time for me to be back on two wheels. In the past two mothhs i have put over 1700 miles on my little 400s and began to plan my TAT trip. As soon as i graduate college, hopefully this year, im gonna head out for the adventure of my life! Ive already geared the bike and myself up. ATGATT is something i try to follow every day. Ive already done all the fixes on the drz and ive accessorized it with the necssary parts to be somewhat of a touring bike, like dirt bagz ranger bags, skidplate, and rear rack. The bug has bit hard and i ride pretty much every day no matter what, rain or sine.
I know this is one hell of a first post but i just felt like i should share a little of my story with this awesome community. I can say i have really been inspired to do some adventure riding. Keep an eye out for a ride report soon ive already been on two mtorcycle camping trips with some local guys this past month and im just getting started. This isnt something i can really shorten so read it or not, i dont really care . I have to say that ADV riders are truly a different breed and i understand exactly why!
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