I was practicing on my dirt bike, getting in shape and ready to race. I don't remember any of what happened or the following 2 hours as I was VERY concust. The guys that brought my bike and myself back to the truck said I had overjumped a jump and went down.
We then proceeded to pack up to head to the hospital and the only thing I remember is some guy giving me loratabs, and smoking a bowl immediately after leaving the track on the way to the hospital
My friends told me I was saying all sorts of crazy things...including
Trying to call the internet
Called a random # trying to get hold of my mom, obviously it wasnt her, but I told her I loved her anyways. My friends asked for her #, and I gave them a 15 digit one.
Repeatedly asking what happened, like every 2 mins.
Told my dad we were 45 mins away from the hospital as we were pulling in, which my friends then told me to tell him we were there so I said to my dad "Oh, well we just crossed over, we'll be there in a second"
Haha I guess it was pretty funny, but it wasn't at the same time because they knew I was fucked up. I had a gash on my left hip that was about an inch deep and still vivid in detail now, 1 1/2 months later. So Im guessing I went down on and slid on my left side. Good news is, my bike is okay! Handlebars got tweaked and I need a new left grip, all is good other than that.
