In the above post, I commented on how great the trail riding was ...... It was kinda a magical Fall weekend. Nobody got hurt. A couple of bikes that need some fixing. For me, the ride home was a different story.
I left Deerfield around 5:30 so I could get home before dark. Well about 4 miles from home, I T-bone Bambi. It was a little one that has probably been out of it's spots for 2-3 weeks. Did not see it until it "just appeared". No skid marks on the road. Just driving along at 55-60 and WHAM.
Next thing I know, I'm skidding down the road with the bike being a human brake pad. I "thunk" the right front side of my head as the whole bike goes down. I open and shut my eyes periodically only to see the tar rolling past just a few inches from my googles. (Went back the next day, stepped it off, and estimated that I had slid 40-45 yards.) I got out from under the bike and kneeled over it, trying to get my bearings straight. I wasn't knocked out, but my head and vision were not the best.
A car came up from the other direction and asked if I needed help. I stood up and took inventory of my body. Most things were in place but I thought I'd better lay down before I crumpled. I asked the dude to get the bike off the road into a nearby drive-way. Another guy stopped and helped. They also drag the deer off the road. I ask one of them to get the phone out of the tank bag and I call the wife. Then I lay there.
Laying there for the rescue ride home, I take more detailed inventory. Some areas of road rash. The whole right side of my back and ribs are killing me. I think the heads fine. My vision is clearing up.
So, I got by pretty lucky. Lite damage to the bike, minimal damage to me. The right side of my gut and back muscles are killing me and I got some road rash out of the deal. I'll be out of work for a few days recovering but time should heal each of these. I was wearing my plated jersey and good riding pants - wear your gear all the time!
Wacked
Wacked
