“You’ll kill yoself!”

OneLeggedRider · 04-17-2019, 10:04 AM

I'll try not to write a book but..

When I was 15 I wrapped a KX 80 around a tree 30 feet in the air. My helmet cracked from front to back and I peeled it off like an eggshell. I remember laying on the ground looking up at my bike in the tree for a second and then it fell on me. I pushed the bike off, rolled over and tried to get up but my right leg felt like jelly and I lost consciousness. I woke up in the hospital and found out I had shattered my right femur, doc said it was like picking out little pieces of gravel. So they replaced it with a metal rod and lots of plates and pins, and 4 weeks later I was walking albeit painfully.

When I was 18 I had a Yamaha Seca. I caught my gf in bed with a couple guys, I threw my helmet through her window and left her and it. I then proceeded to the liquor store and bought a fifth of Jim Beam and chugged it down. I then went to my buddy's apartment complex and beat up and body slammed some random guy that didn't deserve it. Cops were called so I headed home the 11 miles and there was a hairpin curve right before my house. I came into the curve at 100mph, broke the speed down some and leaned it far as it could go. The bike slid out into the oncoming lane and stood up just in time to hit a Subaru wagon full of Mexicans head on. I woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later with a Dr telling me they were gonna have to cut my left leg off above the knee and my left hand was now crippled. Never mind all the new plates and pins they had to put in and I had tore my aorta because my heart had slammed into the front of my chest cavity. If it had been any worse I would've died instantly. I also had countless broken bones but amazingly my head was fine even though I wasn't wearing my helmet. So after 4 months in the hospital and 21 major surgeries, followed by 6 months of physical rehabilitation I could walk again and regained some of the use of my left hand. Didn't think I could ever ride again but 2yrs later my buddy Rooney convinced me to try.

A few years back I was on my KZ 650 and an old man in a red F150 pulled out right in front of me in broad daylight and I could've swore he looked right at me. I swerved around the rear of the truck but my handlebar caught his tail light and the bike went down. Me and the bike slid side by side on the pavement for a remarkable distance and time lol. But thanks to my helmet and leather jacket I was unscathed, the sidecase and stator didn't fair as well so that was the end of that bike. And the old bastard slowed down but never stopped.

So don't drink and ride and as Motocheez says pretend you're invisible and none of the other drivers can see you. I do drink beer and ride my quads on my trails, but there better not be anyone else back there unless they're with me.

04-17-2019, 10:04 AM	#20
OneLeggedRider Join Date: Nov 2018 Location: Stockport, Oh. Posts: 1,442	I'll try not to write a book but.. When I was 15 I wrapped a KX 80 around a tree 30 feet in the air. My helmet cracked from front to back and I peeled it off like an eggshell. I remember laying on the ground looking up at my bike in the tree for a second and then it fell on me. I pushed the bike off, rolled over and tried to get up but my right leg felt like jelly and I lost consciousness. I woke up in the hospital and found out I had shattered my right femur, doc said it was like picking out little pieces of gravel. So they replaced it with a metal rod and lots of plates and pins, and 4 weeks later I was walking albeit painfully. When I was 18 I had a Yamaha Seca. I caught my gf in bed with a couple guys, I threw my helmet through her window and left her and it. I then proceeded to the liquor store and bought a fifth of Jim Beam and chugged it down. I then went to my buddy's apartment complex and beat up and body slammed some random guy that didn't deserve it. Cops were called so I headed home the 11 miles and there was a hairpin curve right before my house. I came into the curve at 100mph, broke the speed down some and leaned it far as it could go. The bike slid out into the oncoming lane and stood up just in time to hit a Subaru wagon full of Mexicans head on. I woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later with a Dr telling me they were gonna have to cut my left leg off above the knee and my left hand was now crippled. Never mind all the new plates and pins they had to put in and I had tore my aorta because my heart had slammed into the front of my chest cavity. If it had been any worse I would've died instantly. I also had countless broken bones but amazingly my head was fine even though I wasn't wearing my helmet. So after 4 months in the hospital and 21 major surgeries, followed by 6 months of physical rehabilitation I could walk again and regained some of the use of my left hand. Didn't think I could ever ride again but 2yrs later my buddy Rooney convinced me to try. A few years back I was on my KZ 650 and an old man in a red F150 pulled out right in front of me in broad daylight and I could've swore he looked right at me. I swerved around the rear of the truck but my handlebar caught his tail light and the bike went down. Me and the bike slid side by side on the pavement for a remarkable distance and time lol. But thanks to my helmet and leather jacket I was unscathed, the sidecase and stator didn't fair as well so that was the end of that bike. And the old bastard slowed down but never stopped. So don't drink and ride and as Motocheez says pretend you're invisible and none of the other drivers can see you. I do drink beer and ride my quads on my trails, but there better not be anyone else back there unless they're with me.
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