Posted May 01, 2002 - 12:14 PM
It was a sunny midweek afternoon and they had the place to themselves. As the sun was setting, the boys were "racing" on the track. Dan launched his KX250 off a medium sized jump straight into the sun...and recalls nothing beyond that to this day.
Not a scratch on the bike, but Wes arrives to find Dad unconscious with a broken shoulder/collarbone, seven shattered ribs, 3 of which punctured his left lung narrowly missing his heart. Drowning in his own blood.
Wes doesn't know all of this; just that his dad is hurt bad and they are all alone in the middle of nowhere. No ambulance can reach the area. Nearest air-care is 100 miles away.
This skinny, buck-twenty-five kid somehow manages to sling the dead weight (175 lbs) of his out-cold father across his 80cc bike and rides like hell for the parking area where, thank God, there is a cell phone in the pickup to call Grandpa. I have no idea how he managed this feat, nor does he. He then loads Danno into the pickup and drives him 20 miles to the hospital where it is a near-death thing.
A month later, I became the dubiously proud owner of a mint-condition KX250 when I traded Dan my old rusty-trusty Chevy pickup. We have often debated what difference a chest protector might have made.
The only particular points here are: despite tattoos, purple hair, and strange piercings; I have great faith in our next generation. As my sons get older, I hope it lasts...
Mostly though, If you got it, WEAR it! If you don't got it, GET it! It's always out of a clear-blue sky...
Posted May 01, 2002 - 03:21 PM
Posted May 01, 2002 - 05:55 PM
This last weekend I attended a trails event out here in WA state. After watching for awhile we decided it was time to trials ride the "WR"....
About 10 feet down a rock face of about 45-50 degrees. I lost my forward momentum, my front wheel jammed between to "boulders" and my front axle become a pivot point. Down I went, HARD. I busted up my brand new Arai, but my chest protector saved my collar bone and shoulder.
As for my "trials bike", she didnt fair so well. I diagnosed her with a bent subframe, broken air box, munched silencer, bugered up throttle tube and grip, crunched head light stay, and a bruised ego. It took me about an hour to get my baby back into shape. I think she forgave me and needless to say my trial riding days are over.
Thank goodness for my chest protector and a good quality helmet.
Posted May 01, 2002 - 06:22 PM
Posted May 01, 2002 - 06:49 PM
Me and a good friend were dicing it out at the local sand track, side by side in the whoops, we hit hard, I went down. I flipped over the handle bars and hit my back so hard, the bruise on my back was the identical pattern of the air vents of my chest protector. It gives me shivers thinking of what might have happened if not for the chest protector!!
Take Care, John
Posted May 02, 2002 - 08:40 PM
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Posted May 05, 2002 - 05:29 AM