I believe the first two things I read in the onwers manual of the Honda TRX400 I got as a birthday present said: "never ride alone" and "never attempt to ride obstactles outside of your ability".
So, I was out riding alone on our local dirtbike / quad track. I had ridden the trails a few times, and was feeling confident. I went over to the motorcross section to get a little practice jumping. I goofed off a bit, and then decided I could make it up this very steep hill - by golly, I had seen people doing the same thing online. So I hit the gas, and up I go.
I get just about to the top of the crest of the hill, and am standing on the pegs, leaned all the way forward. The quad sputters to a stop - not enough speed. It starts to go backward, and the front brakes aren't helping. I hit the back brake too, and it starts to do a back-flip.
I decide I don't want to be on this thing anymore, so I try to bail off. I jump, but just fall down the hill about 20 or so feet, and land on my back. I look up, and here it come tumbling down at me. My quad looked angry at me.
I tried to kick it as it fell on me - thank goodness for my new boots or I woulda broke both legs. The quad rotated as I kicked it, and the handlebars nailed me right in the chest. I hadn't gotten a chest protector, since the place where I got the rest of my gear didn't have my size (Extra Yeti Sasquatch) in stock.
When it hit me, it knocked the wind out of me, and my chest hurt so bad I couldn't breath. I laid there for several minutes trying to clear my head and get my wits and breath back. I took off my helmet and camel back, and I grabbed my cell phone to call for help - no service down in the creek bed (I had made calls from the parking area a couple of times, so I thought I was OK on the cell thing in case of emergencies). I couldn't get up - my chest hurt too bad - I thought I had broken some ribs and didn't want to puncture a lung trying to fumble up that hill. I felt sick, and was having a hard time catching my breath. I was starting to think I was really screwed.
Then I hear motors - sounds like dirt bikes. They stop fairly close to me, cut their engines, and start talking. I can't see them because of the woods - but I can hear them. I yell for help - kinda weak at first. They hear me, and come over. These guys were from Washington State, and had come for a race a few towns over and were just practicing here by luck.
They were able to basically carry me out and get my quad back to my jeep and trailer. Finally able to get cell service, I called two of my friends who rode out there quite a bit, so they knew where I was. They got there in a hurry (both are cops in my unit), and took me to the ER.
Turns out, I only fractured some ribs and tore the cartlidge that attached them to my sternum. No punctured lungs, ruptured anything - and no snapped bones. I was in a lot of pain, but the doc said I would be fine in 4-6 weeks. I dreaded calling my wife the most - and she was all kinds of pissed off at me trying to kill myself with my birthday present. She's a nurse - so she could care less about my pain.
Quad took the fall much better than I did. Bars were tweaked a little, but that is easily fixed. I felt dumb, and now it hurts to even lay down. You dodn't realize how much you use your ribs till you hurt them - hurt ribs suck.
I guess the old adage that "stupid hurts" applies to me. My chest protector is supposed to arrive this week - it'll be a few more before I can ride again.
Remember - don't ride alone. And don't try stupid stunts that are outside of your ability. BTW - pic of me at the same place the day before. The safety equipment I did buy earned it's money that day. Hate to think about the shape I'd be in if I didn't have it on. Even with it, my knees, legs, and neck were all sore from either the fall or me sacrificing my body to cushion the blow of my quad with the ground.
OUCH!! I have done the same to my ribs, so I know what you are going through. I'm glad you arent hurt any more than all of the many worse things that could have happened. Those handle bars on your neck instead of chest would have been BAD.
I have a few scars from a backflipped ATV my buddy & I were on and my lower back still hurts on occasion from it. I was dumb and didnt have any protective gear on. I had to hike 1.5 miles back down a mountain while my buddy & I were bleeding all over the place from busted heads.
thats why i ride a 250. its fairly light (compared to the bigger 4 wheelers). and its small. i can jump off to the side and no without a doubt i'm out of its way. i've done it more than once. alot of people thinks its crazy. but almsot alway. the safest thing you can do is bail out and get as far from the 4 wheeler as possible
i should. i just downshift for now. and keep it at a relatively low speed. and since we pretty much ride all the same trails i know what to look out for most of the time. but i do need to get them fixed. asap
Man that brings back alot of memories.
First time I rode a three wheeler I had gotten an old Honda 185 and tweaked the heck out of it. Went out to the desert with a group of buggies and other three wheelers(this was before quads) since I was new to three wheelers I took donkey position.
First dune we crossed was a razor back and the group went strait down, well at the bottom there was a little bush that had built up a pretty good little mound. I cranked the handle bars but the damn thing just kept going strait ( you have to lean to get one of the rear tires off the ground to turn an old 185 with no suspension) I hit that bush at full speed and apparently went ass over tea kettle for quite a ways. I woke up to some strange dude standing over me saying "don't worry, we're paramedics" which immediately sent me into panic mode wondering why the heck I needed paramedics
My group hadn't noticed my absence and just kept going. The paramedics had just been out riding when saw me crash, they helped me gather and my debris and limp back to camp where my leg and shoulder turned all kinds a cool new colors.
Glad you're ok and hope ya learned.
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From years of quading both pretty major offroad and racing.
*on a hill stall, never back brakes (you have learned this)
*on a hill climb, if hill is steep enough the second you lose it and know you are going backwards, Go over the handlebars kick the quad out behind you. plastic you can replace, bones you cannot
Glad you are ok
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Buddy of mine and I used to fly around his farm on three wheelers, back before quads, Wiped out mant times but usually never needed more than a bandaid. Lucky for us because although we never rode alone, nearest help was 40 miles away. Out near Muleshoe, TX. Ah, the good ole days. Rode a quad once. It was fun.
I remember I once rode a three wheeler, my cousins didn't tell me it's break were not hooked up I ran it into the side of their double wide. It had a metal rack on the front I went face forward into the double wide thought it broke my neck.
Messed up the metal rack pretty good, ALMOST felt bad. What they got for not telling me it had no breaks.
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