Bairdco, i know the exact slowmo you are talking about. I had just got my first motorized setup, a little staton friction drive set up. I decided to ride down to the corner store to get some smokes. Well i did something stupid, i decided i didn't didn't need to obey traffic laws of good sense as the store was like half a block from where i got on tne the pavement. I decided to ride the wrong way down the shoulder as there was little traffic and if i needed to, i could stop and pull the bike off the road if i had to get out of the way. Well as stupid as that craphead decision was, its not what almost put me in a wheelchair. Its that that was the sode pf the road the place i needed to go was on, so when i got there, the turn in was rather sharp. If i had gone out into the lane i should have been in, i would have merged into the turning lane and been going both straight and slower when i entered the parking lot. As it was, i had just got the little 43cc tle and fpr being almost as old as me, that thing was hot and could cruise at about 32 with my heavy ass on it and down hill at almost 40. Well this was down hill. I saw a car at the intersection with its blinker on, amd i decided i could beat it, so i sped up. I beat it. But i was going prettt close to 30 when i turned into the store lot at a pretty sharp angle. Thats when things stopped making sense for a moment because of course in the entry to a parking lot at a gas station, there is loose gravel i have never paid attention to. Well heres the slow mo part as i started flying off the bike, i saw a guy pumping gas see me fall. It was loke watching one of those super slow mo scenes in movies where someone is reacting to seeing something bad or painful, i remember his facial expression change and seeing him start to step toward me. Then i hit the ground. Hard. Really hard. And i rolled. A lot. I rolled so much i remember thinking, im really tired of rolling, i wish this would stop. I must have rolled like 8 times. Story is not over yet. That little TLE didn't even cut out, it was still humming, laying down on the cement. Well once i figured out how to stand up with a leg that couldnt bend and an arm that i couldnt feel, i got me amd the bike out of the entry way and over to the store. I went in with a huge hole in my pant leg amd blood coming out of it. I was still pretty stupid from getting punched by the ground but i got my smokes and a book of matches to light one with. The guy at the pump was coming in as i was coming out and he asked me if i was ok. I think i grunted and nodded or something and then i lit my smoke amd bled. Well for some reason when i was trying to limp the bike home, it was being just a mule and the front wheel was not turning at all, i was having to drag it. About half a mile back to where i live off the main road. Hard as heck. I was still too stupid and hurt and upset to figure out what was wrong. Well i get it home and go inside and see to my rather banged up knee. Still wont bend without me almost screaming and the gash looks nasty. So i shower and call a friend for trans port to the ER. Well it was just a smashed knee with so much flesh removed AIR got shoved into my joint. Thats neat by the way if you can ever get a bubble shot into your knee, you should, its prettt fun to show people at parties. Well, i was prettt upset and couldnt ride anyway, so i didnt even look at the bike for two weeks. When i did i still couldnt see why the wheel wouldnt turn. Then i noticed the brake was engaged and damaged, but i couldnt figure out why the brake was engaged. There was nothing pulling the lever and it was loose anyway. Well in the fall, the handle bar got turned all the way around, pulling the cable tight, emgaging the brake, and stupid as i was at the time, i didn't notice it and dragged it home that way. I hate loose gravel.
