Ok, so, we get to Pappy & Harriets a bit behind schedule. Got there about dusk. Had "lunch", since it was now dark, obviously we decided to take the street back. I recently changed my front counter sprocket from a 13 to a 12 cause with the YZ cams and clean-up port job on the WR, it really woke up the bike. I could hit 92 on a dirt road with still more. I figured I didn't need all that so I dropped a front tooth. Well, you can prolly guess where this is going.
So we leave P&H, take the back pavement to stay off the main highway as with my change in gearing I didn't know what a good cruising speed was.
As we make a right at the stop sign I start to go, it's a bit on the cold side, I'm going through the gears rather quickly, I grab some more throttle, watch the speedo climb, and at that moment decide to see what the new gearing can do.
60, 70, 80, hey, it really didn't lose that much, 82, then, out from nowhere, an ELf and a Troll go darting across the road and before my very eyes, there he was, in all his glorious 8', neigh, 9' tall mangy, tangled weave of what could only be described as Rez meets Duck Dynasty furry looking full body covering hair for lack of a better term. It was chasing said Elf and Troll off into the shady underbelly of the Pioneertown South side of the tracks.
This brief distraction was just enough to cause me to apparently not see the sign that said curve ahead with a 40MPH. So as I approached the curve, still thinking about the exotic/bizarre encounter that just happened, I was still at the 82MPH. The shoulder is about 5' wide with about a 2' high embankment. Lots of things briefly went through my head on what to do. Try and moto it and slam it like a berm. Don't know how that would have worked at that speed. Prolly would have ended up doing a barrel roll of into the distance. Try and hit it straight and jump it. Uh, no. Have no idea what the hell is out there, it's dark....
So I guess I just slid into it, got carried up on top of it, rode along the top only about 2' on the other side. What looks liked what happened is when I went over the embankment I went into a bush which must have stopped my momentum from being carried out further into the desert. I rode along that section going through what I remember being 3 big, thick bushes. Rodger thought for a moment I was gonna save it. He saw my taillight through all the dust just bouncing around but then it cartwheeled. I am apparently not good enough yet to pull of a cartwheel from the ground. It needs some more work.
I ended up in the middle of a bush, the bike behind me about 30'. He came over and asked me if I was alright and if I needed help getting out of the bush. Said I need some time, I'm just gonna lay here a little bit, go check on the bike.
All I hear is a bunch of crackling noises. Apparently the bike looked like those cell phone towers but mine was dressed up like a creosote bush.
I finally extracted myself from the bush, usually I like to stay in bush longer but I had had enough. We went and were trying to see where I entered the berm at. We just followed the broke down, beaten path of the bushes. It was a good 100-150'. Took out 2 plastic signs Ike the ones used to close trails. Just missed one of those big aluminum ones. A couple of people stopped and asked if we were alright. That was nice.
Ok, you asked for a play by play, so there you go. My left side ribs are killing me. No idea if any are cracked. Doesn't really matter, nothing they can do about it. Ace bandage is about all just to help with the pain. Got plenty of Vicodin. Left hip is real sore, causing just about as much issue as the ribs when trying to stand up outta a chair or the truck. Right knee some swelling but that's just from impact, nothing internal. T-Day plans shot to hell. It'll be 4-5 weeks before I think I'm ready to ride again. Will play it week by week but I've had this once before. It didn't hurt this bad this early then.
Picture of said curve.
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