One week ago, G went on a three day street ride to West Virginia with about 10 other riders. They ride the curves in the mountains and spend the night at a hunting cabin one of the riders owns. This particular weekend was not as event free as others. On Friday, one of our friends went down. G was following him and saw him go over the edge and out of sight. It was fortunate that he saw him, or the riders would have just kept going as they were spread out some on the road. Friend missed hitting trees, and ended up in a cemetery. He had several cracked vertebra and was taken (in an ambulance, strapped to the board) to Morgantown where he had surgery to put a rod or pins in to hold it all in place. He returned home on Tuesday and is slowly mending.
Other events were two bikes that broke down. One could not be driven so the rider was G's passenger for the rest of the trip. G's alternator went out. Being the "McGuiver" that he is, he bought the largest car battery that he could find and hot wired it to the bike, charging it each night.
If this were G's blog, he may have a different take on all of this, but I am just reporting. He just said it was "quite an experience".
3 comments:
Wow sounds horrible.
oh goodness. I will take this moment to be thankful the worst that typically happens from my hobbies is lack of sleep. I am sure it's usually very safe and this is just that 1 in a million time!
How scary. So thankful that friend still is alive. It's easy to forget how quickly something like that could happen to any of us.
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