To people still reading this blog, all six of you, just wanted to let you know about things around here.
My first real experience riding dirtbikes went wrong on me. At first it wasn't wrong, it was a blast.
My friend Earl and I hauled the bikes over into Utah to the San Rafael Swell. We rode about 120 miles on Saturday May 3. Perfect weather, lots of chances to learn and figure out my motorcycle. Good fun day.
I was really tired on Sunday but we both wanted to ride at least for a while before loading up to go home.
My crash was unspectacular, embarrassing really. It wasn't that a challenging obstacle got the best of me, it was a total spazz move. For my mountain biking friends, it was your basic SPD fall. Not because you're going big, but a less-than-graceful reaction to a challenge situation.
I am far from having poise on a dirtbike. I was doing a decent job of faking it for much of the weekend, but when things went a little wrong on Sunday my response wasn't the kind of instinctive, muscle memory instant reaction I expect when I'm on a mountain bike.
Upshot is that I broke some ribs. It was six, left side numbers 3-8 right near where they attach to the spine.
For the sake mainly of friends and family, I'll try to make some updates in this blog in the coming weeks. Current status:
- Managing pain with pretty serious medicine.
- Not working (job). Obviously wasn't working last week from the hospital. Haven't been able to operate without pain killers and that's going to be what holds me back from going back. I will have to be able to tolerate hours in an office chair with a clear head. I think that's not going to be this coming Monday. Please stand by.
- Fantastic people coming out of the woodwork to help me with things.
- Fantastic dog keeping me company, and being very patient about how slowly I move.