RollingJ
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- Joined
- Jan 8, 2011
- Messages
- 3,605
- Reaction score
- 1,509
- Location
- Lake Charles, La
- First Name
- Joel
- Last Name
- Sims
Last month I was riding the whoops in the Sam Houston National Forest and I squared up with a pine tree at 20.8 mph. The pine tree refused to move and I ended up heavily concussed on the side of the trail. My riding buddies for the day took good care of me, waiting for over an hour at the crash site and getting both me and my bike back to the truck and loaded up. I somehow got my snap together enough to convince the guys and myself that I could drive home. I got in the truck and pulled out of the trailhead, and when my podcast came on the stereo I decided to pause it so I could concentrate on the drive. Then...
I was standing in my kitchen. I have no memory of the crash or the 3 hour drive home, just the moments as I was getting in the truck and leaving.
Needless to say, this completely terrified my wife and daughter, as well as myself. I was unable to retain short term memories and was acting 6 levels of stupid, but I was acutely aware of how close I had come to not being around at all. After a few hours at the ER, a couple x-rays and a CAT scan later I was informed that I did not have a brain bleed and that I had a broken and displaced left thumb.
I agreed with my wife right away that I couldn't let this happen again and decided to quit riding. This seemed so easy and right, and there was not a second thought to the contrary. I work for great people, and they told me to stay home and get my stuff together. I posted a bike, trailer, and some gear for sale and we went out an bought a travel trailer to spend time outdoors together. I was slowly coming out of a deep fog, but my brain started to recover and after about 10 days I felt like I was almost back. I had pins placed in my hand and went back to work, and even though I was pretty limited as to what I could do, I was contributing. The wife and I rigged out the trailer and took it on it's maiden voyage, and we had a great time at the beach with the daughter, one of her friends, and a couple dogs.
I had sold some of the gear in the first few days, and last Saturday the KLX250s and the enclosed trailer departed. None of those I regret in the slightest, but as I was watching the KLX drive away in the back of a stranger's truck it sank in that the next thing to do would be to sell the KTM, either fixed or parted out. I knew this was coming, but it really hit home that I would no longer be doing something that is such a huge part of my identity and enjoyment. For the first time in the month since the accident I didn't know how I was going to go on without riding and wrenching.
I had a little bit of a breakdown.
After discussing it with my wife, I decided that I'm going to keep riding, abet with a different focus. I'm going to stay off the roads and faster trails, keeping the speeds down and just enjoying the process of rolling down the trails. Technical stuff is great, but no more DS rides, at least for the near future. If I get my head broken off again I'm going to hang it up for good.
The wife and I are going to do a lot more traveling and spending time together. I look forward to exploring with her and feel blessed to have the opportunity to hold her hand and move on with our lives, and this challenge has given me a second chance in more ways than one.
When I get proper use of my hand I'll be posting some day rides in Louisiana, and I hope that some of my friends can join me.
I was standing in my kitchen. I have no memory of the crash or the 3 hour drive home, just the moments as I was getting in the truck and leaving.
Needless to say, this completely terrified my wife and daughter, as well as myself. I was unable to retain short term memories and was acting 6 levels of stupid, but I was acutely aware of how close I had come to not being around at all. After a few hours at the ER, a couple x-rays and a CAT scan later I was informed that I did not have a brain bleed and that I had a broken and displaced left thumb.
I agreed with my wife right away that I couldn't let this happen again and decided to quit riding. This seemed so easy and right, and there was not a second thought to the contrary. I work for great people, and they told me to stay home and get my stuff together. I posted a bike, trailer, and some gear for sale and we went out an bought a travel trailer to spend time outdoors together. I was slowly coming out of a deep fog, but my brain started to recover and after about 10 days I felt like I was almost back. I had pins placed in my hand and went back to work, and even though I was pretty limited as to what I could do, I was contributing. The wife and I rigged out the trailer and took it on it's maiden voyage, and we had a great time at the beach with the daughter, one of her friends, and a couple dogs.
I had sold some of the gear in the first few days, and last Saturday the KLX250s and the enclosed trailer departed. None of those I regret in the slightest, but as I was watching the KLX drive away in the back of a stranger's truck it sank in that the next thing to do would be to sell the KTM, either fixed or parted out. I knew this was coming, but it really hit home that I would no longer be doing something that is such a huge part of my identity and enjoyment. For the first time in the month since the accident I didn't know how I was going to go on without riding and wrenching.
I had a little bit of a breakdown.
After discussing it with my wife, I decided that I'm going to keep riding, abet with a different focus. I'm going to stay off the roads and faster trails, keeping the speeds down and just enjoying the process of rolling down the trails. Technical stuff is great, but no more DS rides, at least for the near future. If I get my head broken off again I'm going to hang it up for good.
The wife and I are going to do a lot more traveling and spending time together. I look forward to exploring with her and feel blessed to have the opportunity to hold her hand and move on with our lives, and this challenge has given me a second chance in more ways than one.
When I get proper use of my hand I'll be posting some day rides in Louisiana, and I hope that some of my friends can join me.