so here is what happened...
We met up with a group of friends on Thursday evening for Easter weekend in California City, near Mojave, and stayed until Monday afternoon.
Saturday we went on a 100 mile ride, the boys were wiped out from Fridays ride and didn't go on this one. What a great ride. Fast and hard.
We got about 50 miles into it when I decided (not by choice) to do a fast get off.
I buried my front wheel into the base of the 3rd woops after clearing the first two, and the bike came to a fast stop. I tried to do a tuck and roll onto my back, but just did not quite make it.
Landed on my left shoulder. I felt and heard it, and knew I broke it right as it happened. Broke the left collar bone into three pieces.
We were high in the rocky hills and canyons. After dusting off and making a few calls back to camp, we doubled up on a bike and I was taken out of the rough stuff.
Once we got me down to the flats, the guys went back into the hills to get my bike.
I rode one handed for the next 1 1/2 hour cutting our own trail thru the thick bushes to get to the extraction point. That was fun....
My wife drove me to the nearest hospital 1 hour away. Five hours later we left there knowing the same thing....that I broke it.
At least now I have some cool black and whites of my chest and shoulder.
The hospital didn't do anything other than give me painkillers and tell me I was better off seeing my own doctor....
Sunday was a R&R day with therapy....Motrin and beer.
Most of the group left on Sunday, but there were still a few Marines that spent the night and helped tie things down in the camper. we got everything back in and took off for our 4 hour drive home...
With the exception of the minor crash, it was a great weekend!
I heal fast, so I’m not too worried about it