Was on the way to Dallas to catch a gun show before the race when a 2016 f150 swerved over and took me out head on. The airbag didn’t deploy and I went head first into the steering wheel. Woke up and was being rushed to the ER for a possible fracture in my neck. The ER was mega crazy on a Saturday and I was in a hospital bed for nearly 2-3 hours, to make matters worse I was throwing up from a concussion and in a neck brace which are awful. As I started half coming to I was trying to get ahold of my family and let them know what was going on.
After coming out of both cat scans, x-rays and other tests, I was brought back to my room and again able to use my phone. My brother wanted an update and mentioned he was on the way to watch the race. Amid the chaos I forgot about the race but realized I had been at the ER nearly the whole day and SX was gonna start in 2 hours. I frantically contacted the nurse to find out if she could get FS1 in my room. She searched and then asked and found out they didn’t have it and I was out of luck.
This was a problem. I didn’t get the grip for my revolver I wanted to pick up, on top of that the lifted 96 2 door Tahoe I got at new when I was 16 and have owned for 20 years and just finished restoring is so destroyed it ripped the seats outta the floor pan, I’m also laying with a potential broken neck and now on top of everything, I’m about to miss the opener. I called the doctor into my room and told him he better get on it reading x-rays, cause in 45 minutes unless he told me I have a fractured neck that may render me paralyzed, I’m getting the hell outta this hospital bed and going to watch A1, he laughed and thought I was joking.
He came back and said my x-rays through my spinal cord were negative but recommended that due to the head injury and severity of the impact, I stay for the night. I thanked him, but said since there’s no threat to my spine, after enough injury’s in racing and sports....I’ll live. I crawled into a wheel chair and into my buddies truck For the hour long drive home to catch Roczens return. I figure if he can race after a near amputation, I can certainly drag my mangled ass to a bed to watch Anaheim 1. Sooo, here I’m laying....my necks jacked, face and head bruised and sore, my pride and joy is totaled, but despite nearly one of the shittiest days of my life, it was a damn good race and the only high spot of my day. So anyway, the doc thought I was crazy to crawl out to go watch motorcycle racing, but I guess he didn’t understand what a sick twisted bunch we all are. But thank God, it’s race season again, and Pulps back, so I can listen to Matthes brag about Tim Ferry while I’m recovering......love what you’re doin Steve, even if you hate this site 
.....and Vital, wear your seat belts boys......seriously.
PS. Tomac, pull your damn pants up and finish the frickin main would ya.
