mitchelldanger
Registered
I made a pretty stupid decision of riding with a group of guys who were raging through the city and I was so hyped up that I couldn't help but join in. I did a few wheelies and had some fun. One of those wheelies bucked me off and I went down hard. According to the paramedic, my bike slid about 200 feet from me and I slid probably 100 feet or so.
I was wearing a helmet, gloves, jeans, a T-shirt and two sweatshirts instead of sturdier gear because I wasn't intending on going too far from the house until I found those guys. Everything was completely shredded and the EMTs had to cut everything off of me on the scene to diagnose my injuries. The cops rolled up and made me acutely aware of how badly I fucked up.
I was discharged from the hospital. A solid 10 percent of my body is covered in road rash and wouldn't you know it, I've smashed the poop out of my knees and hip so badly I can barely walk and my arms might as well be noodles.
But I'm alive! I could feel my neck snapping back and forth as momentum grated me forward along the curb and street. I have no idea why I didn't die because I should have.
The CT scan found an aortic aneurysm in my chest that is about 4.5cm. Glad I went to the hospital and glad to live in a place where the medical technology is so sophisticated.
I am sorry for being a poor ambassador of the motorcycle community and demonstrating exactly the type of irresponsible behavior that sometimes lends a bad reputation to motorcyclists. I have embarrassed myself beyond my ability to explain and I am sorry for creating all of these problems. I don't think I'll get to ride again and I don't really know if I even deserve to at this point.
Please be safe and even if you've ridden for 10 or 20 or 30 years, remember that this isn't a joke. I'm so glad that no one else was hurt or injured by my poor judgment. Thanks for all of the support you guys give and thanks for everything you all do for the community.
I was wearing a helmet, gloves, jeans, a T-shirt and two sweatshirts instead of sturdier gear because I wasn't intending on going too far from the house until I found those guys. Everything was completely shredded and the EMTs had to cut everything off of me on the scene to diagnose my injuries. The cops rolled up and made me acutely aware of how badly I fucked up.
I was discharged from the hospital. A solid 10 percent of my body is covered in road rash and wouldn't you know it, I've smashed the poop out of my knees and hip so badly I can barely walk and my arms might as well be noodles.
But I'm alive! I could feel my neck snapping back and forth as momentum grated me forward along the curb and street. I have no idea why I didn't die because I should have.
The CT scan found an aortic aneurysm in my chest that is about 4.5cm. Glad I went to the hospital and glad to live in a place where the medical technology is so sophisticated.
I am sorry for being a poor ambassador of the motorcycle community and demonstrating exactly the type of irresponsible behavior that sometimes lends a bad reputation to motorcyclists. I have embarrassed myself beyond my ability to explain and I am sorry for creating all of these problems. I don't think I'll get to ride again and I don't really know if I even deserve to at this point.
Please be safe and even if you've ridden for 10 or 20 or 30 years, remember that this isn't a joke. I'm so glad that no one else was hurt or injured by my poor judgment. Thanks for all of the support you guys give and thanks for everything you all do for the community.