Well it is official, I am a complete doofus/moron. I was out picking a new spot on a ditch bank in the waist high grass to create a new trail. Stopped the bike, started to get off and walk down the bank, slipped, slid, and jambed my left knee into an unseen little ditch at the bottom and now my knee is the size of a grape fruit. Aggravated my tendinitis and now I am trying to get around the house with a walker on one leg and with one arm. This is nothing compared to what NWRider is going through but I still feel completely unworthy and haven't felt this stupid since I hit the cow last summer Walt
Man I did the same thing last year at work. Got to wear a cast on my ankle for 8 weeks. Had to stay home also. Talk about being board.... Heal quick my friend.
phleh Slipping while being outdoors and doing stuff doesn't count! The other day, I took my index finger, extended it to the pointing position, and poked myself in the eye. I dunno what happened, I was trying to itch my nose and I missed. After 40 years you'd think I'd know where my nose is, but I guess not.
I tripped over my bumper bike carrier that I still had hooked to the jeep while removing fishing gear from the rear cargo area at a pond two weeks ago. Tore a cut into my upper shin 3 inches long and had a bruise running from my ankle to my knee. Upper shin swollen up like a Nancy Kerrigan replica. The next day, I was limping around getting some trash ready to haul away at the house, tripped over some of that and twisted my ankle. Then it was swollen up and black on both sides. Today the swelling is finally going down and the shin looks almost normal, but my ankle is still purple. Two freak accidents in two freaky days. It was freakin ridiculous. I went trail riding anyway. Twice. How's that for mentally impaired?
Ouch! I guess the last time I reailized one of the effects of having my brain turned off, was a couple of weeks ago, when I got my first look at the bone in my left index finger. I had just sharpened the knife to slice pizza the night before.
Yikes! Now that's what I'm talking about! that's really mentally deficient Did you get stitches? (and more importantly drugs?)
I think I read an article once that said each of us is operating on auto pilot 5% of the time and anything can happen in that 5%. Of course maybe it was the 5% no mental connection time when I thought I was reading.
I don't know, if you were truly mentally impaired you wouldn't be riding off road. You'd be screaming down the freeway on the back wheel of a supermotard.
Funny I had a brain fart about a month ago, was thinking about sharing, then thought No, it's too stupid. After reading this thread, well why not I removed my rear wheel for some reason, can't recall right now, but putting it back, I wrestled with it for over 2 hours, couldn't figure it out. I have a rear disk guard & getting it back together just wasn't working. I said screw it, checked all the online photo's I could find to see if I had the disk guard on wrong or sumthin. no joy. Next day, didn't even think about trying, had a few brewskies & thought I'd just take another look. I didn't have the caliper slot on properly with the boss on the swing arm., took less than 30 seconds to get it right once I positioned it properly. Sometimes being impaired is a good thing You see things in a different prospective
I'm not much good at wheelies yet, but I decided to practice right next to a 1.7 m (that's about 5 1/2 feet) deep ditch with large round rocks in it and a vertical concrete side. Bounce suspension, give it some throttle .... and head straight for the ditch. As the bike goes in, I have a moment of clarity and jump off onto the ground above the ditch. I can still see that patch of ground with perfect clarity if I close my eyes right now. I got away with nothing worse than a bruised knee - the kneeguards did their thing. The bike ended up with the bars in the ditch, and the back wheel resting on the edge. Somehow it managed to land in a part with almost no rocks. That was after I'd fallen twice in the sand - I was practising sharp turns. And after I fell on some really slippery clay that I didn't see. I've never felt a bike go down so fast. I don't think I've ever slid so far on my ass either. After some other riders helped me get the bike out of the ditch, the guy I was riding with let me take his KDX200 for a spin. Of course, I fell off that too - front went into a rut in the very same split-second where I wasn't paying attention. All in all it wasn't too bad. 5 falls, no serious injuries, 1 cracked clutch cover and 2 broken plastic panels.
I lived in Reno, I had a new-to-me Toyota MR2. a couple days after I got it I took a road trip to San Francisco. IT was late like 1 am and I got into a race with another car in the industrial section of south SF. It was really windy, like 70 mph gusts, + The car had something wrong with the front end, and so I was weaving pretty bad, it was hard to stay in the lane. SO the cop (CHP) pulls me over and I pull off into the middle of nowhere. I had this glass cleaner stuff that leaked in my car and so my car wreaked with a weird tequila smell, and when he pulled me over I was chewing on like 4 sticks of dentyne. he asks for lic and reg. "golly I don't have a reg cuz I just bought this car" I hand him my license and in those days the lic was laminated. I had tried to make a fake ID and rotate the 9 in 69 to be a 6. but it didn't really work so I hand him my license in almost two pieces and it says my birthday is 8/11/6 and a blank square where I xacto'd the number out. so he does a sobriety test, and he says count and touch each finger on your hand with your thumb like this: 1,2,3,4,4,3,2,1, I go 1,2,3,4, uh, oh fudge! second try I got that one. then he says stand on curb on one foot, extend arms, close eyes and touch nose. at which point a huge gust of wind blows me off the curb which was like a foot high and I end up stumbling about 4 feet into the street. "go sit in the car" he says gruffly while taking my lic back to his car. my friend in the passenger seat is cop comes back, hands me my license and says have a nice night, and slow it down kid. All I can figure was it would be a mountain of paperwork and he couldn;t figure out where to even start.
Here's mentally impaired for ya- Yesterday I was putting 3/4" sheets of plywood in my dumptruck and the wind blew me backwards over the tailgate. SCRAPED behind my knee and bruised the other side of my body on the tailgate. So after crying for a few minutes I got up and jumped/hobbled into my truck to deliver the rocks and plywood. I get to the job and start to get out of the cab-I can't bend my knee! During the ride it had swelled so bad it was immobile. Pulling plywood out of the truck while hopping and swearing on one leg is tough... I now have a bruise from mid calf to mid thigh and can move the knee maybe 20 degrees. I have a hand size bruise and sore ribs on the other side. This happened after I got back from the doctor to get cortisone shots for my tendonitis in my right elbow (that I was favoring while loading the plywood). you're in good company Wallybean
Ditto what dfeckle said. It took mine more than an hour to really start to swell and seemed to work OK before it swelled solid. It sounds like yours is definitely worse. You don't want to continue on something that is already injured in an unknown fashion. You can really make things worse with some types of injury to your leg. I am currently forced to remain in the house off my feet with my knee elevated. It was stable for the initial exam and too swollen to really do a good evaluation. So hopefully I can get it down to grapefruit size by Monday. OBTW, I am definitely on She who must be obey'ds list of disapointments right now. Something about having to wait hand and foot on a fool Walt
You don't have a little bell to ring do you... My doctor actually said I should have got one...when I was immobilize on the couch Can you imagine...where the wife would have put that bell...if I used it.
I have one but it is just a mental picture If I ever used one the bell along with anything else handy would be residing where the sun never shines. It is a near thing as to whether I will survive this with riding plans for November still an option. "Honey, I finally feel 100%, OBTW, I will see you in a couple of weeks" Walt
