Yes but like I'm sure you know if you haven't been through it you don't realize how bad it is. I remember when I used to ride if I went out and someone saw me with my bike or helmet in my hand they would tell me a story about them or their cousin or sibling etc. and some horror story about how that person was maimed or some graphic story so I don't want to be that guy but then again don't want to Jerry go through what I did.
I used to love to ride and really miss it but it's not the same.

 

Jerry tomorrow call your GP and see if he/she will prescribe Flexeril. It is a muscle relaxer (and a mild downer) that should help with spasms.

To add a story to the mix, my Mom worked for a dental surgeon, whose son decided to sell his motorcycle. When the buyer came to pick it up, he decided to take one last ride on it. He never returned. True story.

 

I don't usually mention my accident to anyone, unless someone talks about accidents first. I have a permanent limp though, so people often ask me if I am injured when they see me limping (even though I have been walking like that for 20+ years) One leg is weaker due to muscle loss and I believe one leg is a bit shorter than the other too. I don't notice it but people often bring it to my attention. Riding a bike is the ultimate mode of transportation, and I love bikes in general, but I just can't get my butt on one again. Maybe I can get a Vespa and start out with baby steps some day down the road.

 

^ That story really resonates with me, damn. I came within one inch of not returning, it was that close between life and death for me.

 

A lot of that is the same with me. 32 years later and I still can't run among other issues. We had an emergency at work and I had to run to let the EMT'S in and I couldn't walk right for the next few days.
It was rough on my family too my Dad got called to the scene and my Mom told me that when he got back to the house that was the only time she had ever seen him break down and cry.

 

Well Jerry I'm going to assume that of course you want my opinion My thought is that you sell the bike and get yourself a really nice bugeye.

 

Oh Man that gets me too Rob.

My accident happened about 2 miles from my home, my mother was home and heard a bunch of sirens of emergency vehicles going by the house. My sister was the first person responders called. When my sister went to my mother's house to tell my mom about the accident my mother was already crying before my sister could even explain anything to her, The first thing my mother asked my sister was to ask if I was dead, she already felt something was wrong. Italians always fear the worse when they hear sirens, at least my mother does, and still does to this day.

 

Ok stream of conscience dump.

why the accident?
A) apparently I forgot more than I thought in 32 years.
B) Maybe I wasn't as great a rider as I remembered.
C) all of the above.

I did not do enough familiarization with the new bike in a safe controlled space.
So far we have 'Jerry's an Effing moron' out the a 4-0 lead.

Let's see if we salvage my ego a little, Speed was not a factor (witness said 15 mph) , light and environmental factors were good if not great.
I am also very familiar with this section of the road.
I'm not really sure protective gear would have helped with the shoulder or ribs.

As for meds, I'm on Dilaudid (hydromorphone) so serious stuff. I also have Zanaflex or (tizanadine) and lidocaine parches.
Anybody who's been on some of those will understand the colace and metamucil to go along with it.

Patty, I wish I got a snapshot of my collarbone. It is cleanly split in the middle
For the part that's supposed to attached at my neck, the broken end is pointing forward and down toward my left elbow
The part anchored into the shoulder is indicating were my right hip is.
Clearly needs to be plated and screwed if the intent is they ever reconnect.

I am a little annoyed that they sent me home this way with no plan forward other than follow up with our orthro on Monday.
I was still in shock and didn't realize his office was closed Friday.
Every time I move the shoulder I feel the bone tearing just little more.

I've long lived with the knowledge that when you throw you leg over the saddle everyone is trying to kill you either as an overt act of commission or a simple blissful act of omission.

From the ground, the bike looked "ok" I never got a good look at it.
If it's totaled our tale we be closing out soon.

If the damage isn't bad, I have been developing a path forward.
I will go back to the books and replace the missing knowledge.
I also plan to start entirely over, like a newbie and relearn the basics.
After that and doing basic advanced safety courses at Devins, I'll progress my way up though again.
My ego is still a little hurt, .ok a lot hurt

 

Get back on that horse and keep the shiny side up.

 

Dear drugged up friend, Jerry in Bolton, MA, I'm trying to imagine your description in an x-ray. The picture in my mind is unbelievable but then, so is your wish to push your luck a third time. I understand learning the hard way. Test the limits. I know I have in my own way. (Flung my first car off Mullholland Drive (no injuries), broke my leg snow skiing, ended up with a ruptured disc because I refused to stop running even though my doctors told me to for years, broke my foot off-road motorcycle riding, broke my arm on my ElliptiGO.) You've read posts from others here about their motorcycle accidents, you know Billy died by motorcycle of his own doing, and dude, you're 62, not 22 or 32 or even 42. You've already realized you don't bounce like you used to.

Why are you SO DETERMINED to keep at it? When is enough going to be enough? You have tried on two different motorcycles. You've been spanked by two different motorcycles. Do you have to be killed to stop?


I am serious, Jerry. Have you thought about it? It truly makes me sad. I don't want you to die by motorcycle, unless you're terminal and chose that over suffering.









I have a sweet English friend who is an ElliptiGO rider extraordinaire. He pushed his luck and still does, thank goodness, but he was found unconscious on the street by two RNs after passing out or crashing on his ElliptiGO. His thing was to hit bars and try beers while riding. The last straw was when the RNs found him. He always struck me as having a death wish and I felt sorry for his lovely English wife and two sons. He's still a riding fanatic but he's no longer drinking. He was in intensive care and pulled out of it. Will you the next time you crash? SWMBO needs you! So do your sons. My thoughts here are with love for you and your family.