So I told this story in another thread and thought I would add it to the Camp Fire Artifacts.
This is the story of how I broke my ankle. This was a great day up until this point.
Let's begin with a picture of the area, shall we;
If you look at the center trail, you will see a rut. That runs all the way up the hill and is deep enough to swallow the bike past the pegs. Well I got about 3/4 of the way up this hill and needed to come down. The problem is I got on the wrong side of the rut when heading down and I normally am on the gas going down, I had nowhere to go, but into the rut and crash hard and get an airlift or pin it more, loft the front up and hang on. I figured I was going to die anyways, so I pinned it harder. I hit the rut and it threw me into the bushes between the center trail and the one to the right. I was wide open at this point in 3rd gear and I hit a stump or something with my left foot that threw me completely out of control. I somehow pulled it off and when I rolled up to my group, I felt the pain go shooting right up my leg and new something was wrong. The look on my friend's face told me the pain I must of been displaying on my face. Needless to say, we were about 8 miles from the truck I was the only one that knew how to get back, so I rode her out.
Here is another picture of the guys loading up my truck for me while of course I stood there taking pictures.
My truck was a 5 speed manual and my son was 14 at the time so no DL. I was driving through the canyon back home (San Fransquito) and was going to have him drive me home, but he fell asleep on me. Do you know how cool it is to shift gears constantly in a truck with a broken Tib and Fib and you feel the bones banging into each other?
Here is the new hardware that I am carrying around with me now.
Hope you all enjoyed.
OUCH is all I have to say...I sprained mine once, I swear I hit the ankle on the ground when it rolled.