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| The Crash Augest 2003 I drove my Yamaha 1989 XL-250 Dirt bike over to B.J's place one day. WE hung out there for the night drinking, the next day we started up with it again, but around 6 p.m. I felt i should head home. B.J's dad, Mr. Funk, gave me a ride home. B.J took the bike out a little, he broke the tail lights and the license plate off of it. Early in the summer a kid, Dan, road my bike and crashed it hard. He pulled out the odometer cord, I just didn't notis at first. When I went to B.J's place he showed me that it had fallen off, he asked if I wanted to fix it, but I told him that I would fix it at home. I said good-bye to Leo, B.J and Allen at about 3:35 p.m. and by appx. 3:42 I was crossing pembina Highway when i notised the odometer cord fell off, I looked down to see it dragging then right back up. Everything slowed down. I saw a curb and a tree, i know im going to hit it *bump* I'm on the grass, i had missed the turn and was paying for it. Shit, TURN LEFT! It wont turn. It's getting close, and I'm doing about 40 km/h. I then heard a shatering sound, and the tumbling sounds of me hitting the tree. I was on the ground, stopped by the tree, my bike was about 15 feet away.... and so was my helmet. It flue off when i hit the tree. I felt numb in my right knee and was really bleeding bad from my left arm, a woman and her child came to me first. they asked if i was ok, if i wanted them to call for help. I said no. Then a man on a bike came up to us. I got onto my feet and tried to walk, i made 3 steps and decided to just lay down. the lady asked if i wanted her to call anyone. i told her to call B.J. He arived two minuts later, I thanked them for their help and B.J got me into the van. I was holding my leg up to my chest the whole time after i got up. Now, in the ban i moved my leg into the window and it started bending in ways it shouldn't. B.J said it must be broken. Ends up I destroyed my ACL and PCL ligaments in your knees that let you do all the great things in life, like run, jump, kick, stomp, kneel. All that fun stuff. |
Sober there’s a shadow just behind me. shrouding every step I take |