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KXcam22:
This is an old one. I was racing a 1979 400 maico, leading the provincial 500MX championship. In one MX race I got taken out in the 1st corner and had to make up time the whole race. Last lap I was in 2nd with a few corners to go and did a suicide jump past the guy in first. We tangled in the air and I lost and went down hard on my side. I jumped back on my bike and finished second, or so I thought. When I went to check the results they had me in about 20th. I was upset about the "mistake" until I wandered back to where I crashed and talked to some spectators. Their comment was " Oh man you laid there forever and didn't move, the firstaid guys almost got to you with the stretcher when, with no warning, you jumped up like a scalded cat got on your bike and took off!". Turns out I knocked myself out and didn't even know it. I won the next moto but a 1st and 20th don't get you very far. Ah the good old days. I did win the championsip though. Cam.
FuriouSly:
Awhile back (1990), near a place called Amargosa Valley, my brother Mark and I were coming back from a desert race that some friends of ours were entered in. Needless to say, our friends blew their buggy motor 2 miles into the race ! ! haahaa. But, we took some quads and 3-wheelers with us in case of just of such an event. Anyway, our riding group took off up a very scaley rock ridge to the base of the mountains and we took a refresment break ( Beerskies ). On the way back the group arrived at the vehicles and my newlywed bride asked "where is Robert?"..... Uh ohhh. Some of the group took off back up the trail and my wife hooked four-wheel drive and took of in the 4by4.
There I was, wadded up in a 20 foot ravene, laid out on top of 5 foot boulders! I was awake, but nowhere near alert.... Nothing broken ! ! except the frame and forks of the 3-wheeler :| They loaded me up in the rig and the wife hauled ass back to Las Vegas, about 120 miles.
Here is the funny part, like Cam's story.... Me and the wife had just been married and she was obviously pregnant with our first child. Picture this: I am sitting in the passenger seat, I look over and ask.... "what happened" she says you wrecked down in a ravine. I then ask "Are you pregnant?" the wife says yes. I reply "Do I know the father?" the wife says yes, you are.... POW.. then she drops the bomb.. "We are married!" Ahhhhhhhhh.. just a minute ago I was having a good 'ole time riding with the bud's and now I am married with a kid on the way????? LOLOLOL She said about every 5 minutes the whole 2 hour drive, I asked the same questions over and over.
Well, I went to the hospital and was kept overnight for observations. Severe concusion was the diagnosis. The next week I was pretty much incapacitated and stuck at home in bed and no work or driving. Everytime I feel asleep and woke up.... total amnesia. The wife left multiple legal pads with my name and her work phone number, so when I was awake and confused.... I called her and she filled me in with the same story.... "You are married to me, we have a kid on the way, and you are done riding bikes for awhile ! !" ahhhhhhh, that was the last time I rode a bike and after having some beers..... But thank goodness for the wife, she is the best!!!
Danger4u2:
The first time I took the K5 to Little Sahara State Park Oklahoma, it was still a new bike. I didn't consider it quite broken in yet. I ran 2 more tanks of gas thru it and decided it's broken in. I put the K5 to bed and got the 400EX quad out for the night ride. The next day back on the newly broke in K5 we went out to the big dunes. I still had not got on the gas hard yet. I'm on top of an 80 ft. dune with the same size dune across the valley, about 2 football fields distance between them. I get this bright idea, I'll gas it real hard down the dune and stop at the top of the next dune. Man I did not know the power of my bike. I hit 3 gear at the bottom and could feel the G force. Before I knew it I was at the top of the next dune. I slammed on the brakes but didn't get the cluch in and killed the bike as I lanched over the top. It felt like the back wheel was going to come over and I would land upside down back wheel first. With luck on my side I pogo sticked the front wheel half way down the dune. Kind of like doing a stoppie. Need less to say I repositioned the family jewels on the gas tank. When the rear tire finally came down it skidded me to a stop at the bottom. Since I had killed the bike at launch, you could have heard a pin drop in the sand. My buddy comes over the top and says "Man I've never seen anyone fly off a dune that big at that speed. I thought I was going to find you dead or hurt real bad". I told him (in a high pitched voice of a girl) "That's a KX500 and I meant to do that. Now can you please start my bike so I can go back to camp I don't feel so good". He still gives me a hard time, he calls it the nut cracker story.
Danger
alan:
Thanks guys for sharing your stories! :-D
Tim, I can't even imagine riding in those kinds of conditions, especially when it is 95 now and it will be 102 later today! I did grow up in Colorado and I rode my bike to school in the winter and I spent 6 months in Europe riding in the rain back in the 60's. But you are talking frozen clay elevations, sounds pretty scary to me! He He!
Cam, that was one of the funniest stories I have ever heard! I guess it was like anything but a DNF, glad it wasn't a week later when you woke up! :lol: :lol:
Sly, I want to hear more about Amargosa Valley Dunes! I am glad you didn't forget that riding was a really fun thing to do. So I see where your priorities are! He He He! :-D
Danger, that stories reminds me of one of my buddies when the first YZ's came our and the still had metal tanks and had the two little indentations on the back of his tank! He also had a rather high voice! :lol: :lol:
Alan :-)
KXcam22:
Alan,
Check out the "impact" picture in my galley. Maybe I'll tell that one one day. Cam.
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