first day of a 5 day vacation to Ocotillo Wells (dirt bikes). had a great day of riding, came back to the camp all fired up. helmets came off, rum and cokes came out, and down the hatch they went. an hour later, i find myself taking my buddies brand-new YZ-250 for a test ride. of course, the alcohol is the only gear i need....so no helmet.
a few kids in the camp next to us are building a jump out of a dirt pile. this isn't some tapered, smooth supercross jump...it basically goes straight up...and straight down. i hit it a few times, kinda slow, to the cheers of the kids. the cheering takes over all rational thought, as i click the bike into second, and barrel right into the jump. front goes over fine, rear end kicks up like a bucking bronco. over the bars i go. i sailed about 20 feet before landing on my head and right shoulder.
if there was ONE time i was glad i had alcohol in my system...that was it. hurt like hell, and i was seeing stars badly. couldn't hold my right arm up. jumped in my buddies truck, and off to brawley medical center we go.....60 miles away. nothing like the agony of the alcohol wearing off as you're driving down the road to the hospital.
three x-rays and three hours later, and i walk out with a sling, a bottle of vicodin, and an AC separation.
drove back to camp, loaded up, and drove home. at least i had 4 days of dead quiet to sit in my room and contemplate what just happened.