YES, On April 1st, 2015 I had asked for a ride, from a friend, She was to take me to (Al Bakers XR’s Only) THIS IS A SHOP THAT SPECIALLY WORKS ON A CERTAIN TTYPE OF MOTORCYCLE THAT WAS BUILT BY HONDA. Please forgive the caps, Im not a great computer operator. My Honda XR 650 was at that shop and I was to retrieve mine that morning. I thanked my friend for the ride and went in to discuss what had been achieved regarding enhancing the performance of my bike. I was in the front waiting area when I began speaking with a younger man who walked with a cane firmly wedged into his right butt cheek. I asked what had happened and he told me about a decision that changed his life forever, he was drinking and got all excited, he grabbed a quad cycle and took off, knowing that it didn’t have its brakes hooked up, “theres the dig” he was feeling like: hey i don’t use the brakes very often, I’m kind of always going forward, I NEVER BRAKE. Long story short he had miscalculated his use of brakes and the absolute importance of them… he headed toward an uphill embankment and, well, HE WENT UPHILL over the top and into another yard of a nearby machine shop, ALL BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE DIDN’T USE BRAKES. Now this is how misguided I can be: I considered him to be a (great person to ask) “what route would you suggest that I take, from here to my home way over there?” He knew my location generally. He shuffled over to the counter dragging his right foot"toes down" imagine the top outside edge of his pinky toe would be dragging on the floor and his heel was up and from behind I could see the inside of his right shoe, I’m trying to be descriptive, I’m sure it needs work, but this very man was about to give me< what he thinks is a challenging map with a set of instructions to achieve on his route, for me to ride. HE traced his finer along these certain lines on the map asking me if I know where these are nd I said that i di, he continued to say be careful right here and watch out for dogs here etc. I agreed finally that I’d take the route and thats when he said3rd 4th and 5th gears only the more that you stay up in 5th FULL THROTTLE the chance you have to be considered competition in the race this summer. I had entered into (the old man endurance race from Barstow to Vegas. I did relatively well throughout most of the assigned objectives that my BROKEN MENTOR had given me, i can remember tiny things about the next span of time. I had arrived up on a very large mesa that is near the peak of the 15 frwy just above San Bernardino, heading NORTH on the outer highway 395 I had arrived at the SUMMIT truck-stop, i stopped and figured that my ride consisted of 7 minutes straight to my house, I could stop and resupply my camel-packs and get a snickers too. I recall getting back on the bike looking around, never thinking that in just a few moments I would be at deaths door, and that within the next hour I would be on a life flight helicopter heading 50 miles away to a trauma center called LOMA LINDA… I finished my snickers and adjusted all of the gear that is associated with heavy dirt motocross and threw the wrappers away, took my last sip of fluid and cinched up the chinstrap on my helmet. The desert has such amazingly simple and straightforward beauty, you either get it or you don’t. But I am one that really gets it, I catch myself staring out across the great expanse and I can see pre human tribes,“that were really here” I can see ancient cave dwellers hunting the saber tooth tiger, or the Mastodons that once walked across these great expanses. and now today, even though all this took place and you must go out and look HARD for these things here i was getting ready to end my morning ride and haul ass home… NOT SO FAST, his one needs to pay me back, these are the words of karma, i guess… I used to ride along the outer frwy passing the single lane traffic headed north on the 395. I would easily hop in and out of the traffic, i considered it to be very safe as long as i checked that I would be too aggressive and scare someone into a bad reaction. After about 4 minutes of driving my memory fades off like a cloud bank rolls over it. All i can remember is tiny spots of awareness very patchy, i even wonder if my mind has conjured them. I know that i recollect making the decision earlier that if I got to the cross street called LUNA that i would take it all the way to the field just before the am/pm at the corner of 18 & 395, i had it planned to vere into the desert and go right , so to be heading toward my house toward the east all i’d have to do now was cross while heading east, a 5 lane busy road"without" causing or getting into an accident. id be at home all sweaty and worked out and I’d get a kiss from my lady and then take a long shower then who knows? play guitar for a while. !!whatta life!! .& blammo; thats not what happened at all!!! Apparently I did take to the outer hwy at LUNA and i do recall that I had made that decision back at the truck stop, The first responders were a fire crew from a station about 2 miles from my exact location on a map. the fwy has plenty to do with them often. these hwys are deathtraps high speeds/ Vegas/ youth/ dark/ drunks/ and nowhere to go but a power-pole or careening out into the dunes, WHICH by the way is your very best bet. After a couple weeks in the hospital i was released and this is where i got some of the gaps filled in, the fire dept. guys were very helpful, and as they told me what they recalled I was truly gaining a type of recollection from their words. that was cool. SO, i did choose to ride outside highway at Luna, the reason that that street carries so much weight in this story is; I had never ridden on it. because its location was on the inside of a huge intersection that i rarely took unless returning from the south, i never drive it and my preferred route would’ve been a little more to the east. but like i said :this route was given to me by such a trusted and experienced rider that I just had to play tribute and follow the directions to a T. Idiot!! The next memory that I have was being on my knees and feeling fuzzy and euphoric for a moment as the reality of the situation is VERY CLOUDY and obscure. The mind is trying to keep you in as little pain as possible, it realizes that systems are damaged and you should be dead soon, just continue to relax, its a warning shot for the fighters to begin the fight. It’s the place where the wounded look up to their comrade and say, tell mom that I love her, and Katie too, then his head rolls over . Yeah right there, thats when the fight begins, Logic pops in and says GET THE FUCK UP AND GET GOING with WHATEVER PLAN you got!!! That voice began screaming, and although-every time that I allowed myself to return to the surface, I felt real big problems in my skeleton and frame, organs and viscera, locations of parts of my own body were suspect, movement was absolutely excruciating pain, yet I had to move… I could see the traffic going by-on the 395 i was closest to the northbound lanes and I would guess only about 35 yards to the right of the vehicles, on my knees and crumpled down to my right side, something was really wrong with the right side of my body. and it was really terrible to think about my right chest and arm, shoulder area. after an untold amount of ins and outs of consciousness, i realized that just getting to my knees wasn’t going to save my life, and this time up I also realized that I was going to die right there if a solution wasn’t found. my breathing was extremely labored and taxing me of my willingness to live but again the fighter swam to the surface from the hazy filmy waters of the abyss of deaths grip. I popped up with mind numbing resolve, i am going to survive, i remember slobbering and looking down, there was neck trauma and busted chest bones to contend with and i lifted my enough to look around to the left, scan the horizon look for a person , i couldn’t make a scream, or yell, I began leaning on the right arm which IMMEDIATELY let me know that it was involved in the accident, began waving my left arm which was saying similar things, No-one stopped and i was loosing my ability to breathe… My head slumped down as i brought my hand back to my side, my breathing was quickened and darkness began to take me under again when looking straight down the front of my riding jersey, I saw my flip phone. It was slipped into this perfect little strap of webbing on my newest camalpack, i recalled placing it there but not until i actually saw it. DARKNESS DARKNESS i repositioned my entire body over to lean on the left arm which meant that I had to rotate my chest which had several broken bones and much spinal trauma, but i couldn’t reach the flip of the phone with my left hand so i did it. 1 2 3 GO i thought and did everything in one jumpy frightened movement, one that was done to save my life, even if it did warp my mind forever. I dialed 911 and waited, then an operators voice whats your emergency, i realized right after those words that i couldn’t speak, i had too little pressure in my chest to produce words and project them toward the phone. when I tried i begin gurgling and sputtering blood out my nose and mouth , the blood went all over my jersey and hand. when I saw the blood i began to really try hard to stay on the surface, i knew then that I was literally dying. I was VERY scared and wanted to live. I heard the woman react to my chocking, she said for me to relax try and breather remain calm emergency crews are being dispatched to the location of your cellular phone. I stayed alert long enough to hear the sirens coming and the darkness took me again… I’m not finished but ill do it soon, tell me if ya like it
