Showing off while my GF takes photos. Wide open wheelie, went a bit too far, fell off, tumbled, bike flipped end-over-end and ran me over a couple times in the process and as I tucked and rolled with it and finally came to a stop, I looked up and there was my bike crashing down right on top of me. I thought it just knocked the wind out of me, so I got up, picked up the bike, started it up, put my GF on the back and rode home. 15 min later, I still could barely breathe. Parents not home (as usual during these types of episodes), had neighbor drive me to the hospital, and I thought I was gonna die in the back of her car.
Get to the emergency room, I finally was able to calm down and take very short breaths. Doc finally sees me, squeezes my shoulder/neck and inflicts on me the the worst pain I ever felt before or since. Doc leaves and now I am back to the business of dying a painful death. My sister showed up and flagged a nurse and demanded they give me something for the pain. She sticks a needle full of morphine in my leg and I woke up two days later with a tube in my chest. Not the worst of my motorcycle mishaps, but a close second.
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