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The Biggest Motorcycle Crash I Had

It was a beautiful Saturday during Summer day about thirteen years ago. My friend Robert and I went dirt biking up in the hills and we were having a great time. I wasn't a particularly good rider back then but knew enough to get by.

There is this one road we called "Powder Road" that connected two trails and boy was it powdery. You had to gun it all the way up otherwise you would not have traction. Trying to go slow and steady is pointless. Robert went up first. You have to wait a few minutes after other people go up otherwise visibility is zero due to the gigantic dust storm that a dirt bike creates there.

The dust settled, I pinned it and off I went. The ascent is squirrelly at best. You're really just holding on. I was probably going about forty miles per hour (64kmh) up this gnarly, powdery beast when my front tire dipped into a deep part of the powder. It must have been a rut that was completely covered by the soft, silty dry dirt. My front tire twisted and myself and the bike bucked up into the air.

I came down with my arm extended to brace my fall and at the same time, my bike was right next to me. As soon as my hand made contact with the ground, the radiator of my dirtbike crashed into my upper arm. I heard a "ping" sound.

I crashed hard. When I got up, I was shocked to see that my arm was just kinda dangling and I couldn't use it. That's because it was snapped in half! So there I was, in a house dust storm that I created with a broken arm and no one around. I started screaming for Robert but he didn't come. He was gone! I started freaking out checking to see If I was bleeding. I wasn't thank goodness.

Eventually, Robert came back down and calmly picked up my bike FIRST then checked me out haha! He went to the bushes and created a make-shift sling. We spent the next four hours getting our bikes down the mountain to get me to the medical center. I didn't want to go to the hospital or call the ambulance because it's expensive and we were riding on government land :p

I got to Kaiser, and had the most excruciating x-ray of my life. The X-ray tech was absolutely gorgeous and I was just there tearing up as I had to lift my broken arm up onto the platform. It hurt...REALLY badly.

No less than three doctors came in to see me after that and were more interested in the story than the actual, you know, BROKEN ARM. I guess they see this a lot. Anyway, they gave me the MOST morphine legally allowed in a shot, prescribed me some drugs and sent me on my way without fixing my arm. I was like what? "Your arm is very, very broken. You need surgery". Crap!

While waiting for the pain pills, the morphine kicked in. WOOOOO!! Boy was I floating now. There was no pain. I felt WAY too good. I was talking to everybody. I remember telling the security guard standing near the pharmacy that he was a great man and that he was doing a fantastic job. I little girl came up to talk to me and asked me what happened. I told her the story and her mom was just looking at me laughing like I was a complete idiot. Which is true.

THREE days later, I had the surgery and now I forever have a titanium plate in my arm.

My name is Curt and I have done this.