Left side looks fine, a bit dirty but basically OK, allright! She didn't
flip and tumble, maybe the damage won't be so bad afterall...
The we see the right side damage {sniff} it's all just visual pretty
damage, noting structural other than a torn grip rubber, squarshed
exhaust, and a busted footpeg... not like I was gonna be back on the track
that day anyway though.
The truck all loaded up (and me also) and ready to head 'home' back to San
Jose with Beth driving and Jim in tow (nice elbow Jim) for the trip.
Little did I know just exactly how well I would react to the drugs, hills,
and motion. I only puked twice though :) and about half way home I
decided I wouldn't be driving myself the rest of the way home to Seattle.
A call home led to much yelling and crying on Jodi's part and lot's of
'Yes, I'm a idiot, yes I'm fine, yes it hurts, yes I'm sorry, yes I'm an
idiot, no I'll never do this alone again, yes I'm an idiot, wanna fly down
to San Jose to drive me home? Yes I'm an idiot, OK, I'll call Eric and
call you back, yes I'm an idiot {etc etc etc}
Meanwhile, back at the track... dressed in full drugged geek mode wearing
the racing boots, blue paper pants that go swoosh swoosh when walking,
torn and cut 'To be old and wise you must first be young and stupid'
t-shirt, and arm restraint, I'm inspecting damage and contemplating JUST
how much these pants are starting it drive me crazy...
Problem solved, just rip them off, oh yeah, no pants then... Uhhhh, Beth?
You know where my sweat pants went, there were around here somewhere.
Ummm, yeah, I probably will need some help. {pause} That probably wasn't
smart was it? Thank-you beth, no, the black one's are fine. Thanks!
Lying there in pain and waiting to be seen by a doctor, in walks Jim,
camera held to face... I hear a click, look over and walla, Mr.
Potato-head himself grinning ear to ear asking me 'well, how you
feel?'... You had to bring the camera didn't ya'? Hurts like hell to
even breath!
Allright, finally, pain killers! Morphine huh? Why yes, it has been 3
hours since I've eaten! Oh well, carpie diem and all that rot! Morphine
in!
And IQ out...
After many phone calls, 2 airline tickets (Eric down, me up) and lots of
juggling of people (Thank-you SOOOOO much Beth and Jim! You guys saves my
butt BIG in this mess!) I was finally home. Unfortunatly home was where I
would be, watching Daytime TV wishing I could so much as type (My hand was
operated on the next week) for 1 1/2 months! I'd love to say something
productive happened with all that home time but unfortunatly all I did is
learn to really hate TV and watched every movie I own, twice!
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