Edited Date/Time
6/25/2013 2:04am
the wind out of yourself and DIDN'T lay there thinking "I'm gonna die...I'm gonna fucking die"? I know I have and the last thing on my mind...at least before I could catch my first breath was remounting the scooter and moving forward again. Dungey did just that...got back on and started moving forward waaay before he could even breathe in. That is one bad mutha.
afuckingmazing...
afuckingmazing...
Tumbled over the edge of a 13 ft Down-Hill drop-off (4 mtrs according to my GPS/DTS) when I cross-rutted going over the top...all the waaaay down...
"Oh, this is gonna Suck!"
Thump...wait for it... "Smack!" the bike came and got me in the back...
You try to "jump up"; but, you crawl up...try to stand & you realize, "Man, I need to get some air in my lungs; but, W T F?!" Damn. Just like you said, you just wanna get back on the damn bike and GO! However, it's all you can do to get on the bike and kinda "roll"...It's 3 weeks later & my ribs still hurt!
So, yes, I hear ya.
RD is gonna have to show us more of this "Hanging it OUT!" of he truly wants this Title!
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The bike was still on the track, a bit stressful, since right after the "major" table top, and they had to let the C-class start right after us with full gate as well, so for me to stand any chance to score any points in B, I had to run like crazy to fetch my bike, I notice the left leg was a bit dysfunctional, and limped but kept running in fear of getting hit by the coming full gate. While running I heard the start, my visor was hanging, struggled to mount my bike because of the increasing pain, or just some loss of function, and all of a sudden all the spodes were all around me because the damn banger didn't start right away. But I was so full on adrenalin, saw my potential trophy vanish, so I didn't care, I felt so angry, I was in some "war mode". Managed to start it up, was about mid pack in in C-class, and climbed up to sixth in B. I was so pissed. Then entered second moto, the pain now was pretty present in my thigh, had some swelling going on as well, and with a duct tejped visor/helmet ended second in heat two, after a lame first half lap, because some fear, hesitation that went away pretty quick, got a fifth overall (lame fifth place trophy that I kept anyway). My thigh later that evening looked pretty goofy, and wasn't able to sleep on that side for weeks, and still after two years I have a lump after the hematoma.
Seems if nothing major is broken, we don't get KO, adrenaline really makes us continue. Didn't ride for weeks, but had this proud "war wound" stupid feeling. I know this story doesn't really qualify, and this story doesn't impress my wife either, but nothing in me at that point was set on crying for mommy, and part of me feel, I think I know the feeling, some semper fi BS...
But, for some reason, I remember finishing most nationals out of breath...just towards mid pack.
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