"WOW, your EXTREME DUDE.....uuuhhhh are you okay"
-some kid

"no no no, I am not okay kid, can you go and get my bike"

Little background. I am into the "unconventional" sports. Moutaing biking, Kite surfing, big mountain skiing etc.

So...I was riding my bike near my house. Over the years the kids in the area, myself included, have made a little terrain park on the side of a pretty big hill. Its easy when everyone has tractors. :p Anyway, I have been away at school for a while, and when i returned there was a new gap built. It was probably about 20-25 ft across. I talked to some of the kids there, apparently it was "a work in progress". I should have listened. The launch looked pretty good to me, easily enough speed. The landing a little steep for my liking, but manageable.

Well, I did a couple test runs, just checking speed etc and figured I'd go for it. I lined myself up and pedalled like mad down the hill. I speed checked, hit the jump, soared across the gap and landed it no sweat. It was pretty fun so i decided to do it again. Well by this time, the kids were all watching, and asking me to do tricks. Now, Im not a "tricks" type person, but I can do a few. So I start hucking myself off this jump, pulling a few simple tricks, no problem.

Well, this one kid comes with his dads video camera. it was 15 years old if it was a day. It looked like a news camera. He started filming, and I took the jump as usually. I hit the left side of the landing, it seemed a little harder than the rest, I bottomed out, and the rear tire exploded and I flat spotted the wheel!!!!

What was the result of this you ask? My foot smashed the ground, dislocating my hip!! Then i high sided the bike flew off it landed on my left shoulder. No biggie right, Oh wait!! why is there a huge ass bump where my collar bone used to be.....weird!! Well, i broke my clavical in 3 places. Doctor says it the worst non-compound break he has ever seen. I guess compound is when it comes through the skin, maybe its the other way.

Enter above kid ^^^

I got up and tried to limp my broken ass home with the kids running ahead to get my mom, who promptly picked me up and drove me to the hospital!! I never realized how bumpy our road is!!

GOOD TIMES WERE HAD BY ALL!!

but I have to say, thanks to my helmet, my precious brain is still intact. :)
too bad my other armor didnt help!! :(

Oh and whatever you do, if this happens to you, DO NOT go to niagra falls with your girlfreind and ride the maid of the mist, it hurt sooooo much. :mad:

Soooooo.....

Where's that video??? :)

haha, im trying to get it. I want to see myself bite it.

I have no idea who that kid is, my little brother may though. Otherwise, I'm sure I will see him around sometime, small town. I have already had a couple kids come by and see me, they all just want to touch the bump on my collar bone. But, the bright side is, I have a lot of bmx/mountain bike videos to watch from the kids collections. A group of them came over this afternoon and showed me a wipe out which they say looked like me...It hurt just thinking about it

Sorry to hear about your accident..... let us know when the video is ready for download! :eek:

you look so much older in your avatar

BONZAI!!! I'll host your vid! :D :D

Seriously, I'm glad you're OK.

(BRx8, I was thinking the same thing! When he wrote, "to get his mom", I was thinking... mom = wife. Sometimes I called Jon "Dad". Ha ha)

well its good your ok.....

JackAss may have another up and comming star.... SHIG! You, Johnny Knoxville and Steve-O will be chilling.

you look so much older in your avatar

haha...its the suit.

No, but I am 27.

I have moutain biked for the last 15 years, its become a passion of mine. I have travelled all around the states and canada doing it. There are some good trails around my house, so I took one of my bikes.

As for my mom, I was just home visiting my parents for their anniversary. Those kids certainly werent going to drive me too the hospital. ;) She will always be my mom no matter how old I get.

I should also mention this is the 2nd time I have broken my collar bone. :)

breaking bones multiple times is a lot of fun...sigh, i think ive broken my right ankle three or four times now.

dude...you sound like me...but when I did this I was not even doing anything crazy...

me and a good friend that I paddle and climb with were out riding up through the hills on logging trails; when this happened we were about 12 miles from home...

we were turning around to head back to the house and were at the top of the hill..we had just finished jumping off the side of this huge mound of dirt doing table tops, and all kind of crazy tricks...well we started going down and it had rained a few days before and the logging trucks made some ruts all over the dirt roads...i was trailing Page and he cut in front of me pretty close and I couldn't see the road and lost track of the rut...well by this time I think we were going about 15-20mph and my front tire caught the edge of the rut and before I knew it i was tumbling head over heels down the hill and my freaking clipless pedals did NOT unlock...any other time during a ride i would get so pissed because every now and then one of my feet would become unclipped and i would have to reclip into the pedal...this would have been a great time for this to happen but...nnnnnoo!...anyway I come to a stop in the woods now, and i'm pretty beat up from my bike trampling me and tumbling all over the dirt road and a couple of low lying trees and shrubs...wow..Helmets are GREAT!...well i'm getting up and dusting off and wow does my left wrist hurt...figured it did since it was the first body part to land...well i'm trying to adjust my bike to ride back and it just keeps hurting more and more as the adrenaline rush kinda subsides...wow...i look back at it and it's swelling pretty rapidly...i felt it, pressed it, whoa..that's wierd...my ulna and radius were separated at my wrist and i had to pop them back together...I realized that I couldn't grab my handle bars with my left hand...well i man up and we ride the rest of the way back to the house...since we lived out in the middle of nowhere there was no one to ask for a ride....so I had to truck it with a "hurt" wrist...this was on a Friday and I had plans to go to my parents the next day....

So I decide to sleep it off and drive out to my parents...many tylenol later...and a cold pack..and some icy hot....rough night...i go on to my parents...my dad..(doctor) says what the hell did you do to your wrist...it's purple...so he sends me to see my favorite person...the orthopedist..well he isn't at the hospital...and the radiologist was working another "high" priority case, so the ER doctor looks at the x-rays and says it looks like it is just a bad sprain but can't tell because of the fluid in the wrist...so they give me an ace bandage and some strap-on cold packs...

well i get back to college and that monday evening I get a call from the radiologist...stating I need to go to the nearest orthopedist and have another x-ray done because he says the bones in my wrist look "out-of-order" and the tip of the ulna is cracked (hair-line)...well the swelling was down enough to now tell that I indeed broke the tip of the ulna, shifted 7 of the 16 wrist bones, broke 2 of them, and they could tell by the stress marks on the head of the radius that I dislocated that...so...that was fun...but i had to endure 6 weeks in a cast that turned my palm in the upright position like I was trying to catch rain drops and have my elbow bent at a ~45 degree angle..with the cast up past my elbow...now tell if that didn't provide for some interesting convo;s and sleep arrangements..

i used to play rugby... i've always had pretty bad shoulders (i can bend all my joints back double, so they're too flexible and it's easy for me to get my shoulders popped out of place), and i've done both of 'em about a dozen times each, but in the last ten minutes of the last game of my first season of rugby, i decide to be a hero and try and whip up my boys to try and get a couple points against a very tough, and bastardly team we were playing (throwing punches in rucks like there was no tomorrow, i couldn't believe these guys).

but i'm getting ahead of myself. it was a mega hot day, easily 35 degrees. their field was shit. in fact, i dont' know why we were playing there... their school was (and still is) a constant construction zone, so their feild went from lush green grass and nice soil to rock hard clay with actual rocky aggregate mixed in and visible at the surface, with thin tufts of grass growing about the field in a patchy way. yeah, awesome, i know. it was so hard that the cleat dug into the bottom of your feet more than the ground, so it was like wearing skates. in the scrums (i was a #4, and could and still can do most of the turning whenever we had to steal possession) they just clawed up the ground, and gave you nothing to push against.

it was an awful game, their kick and chase was killing us (home field advantage??). our plow-ahead with no remorse wasn't going so well, 'cause we couldn't plow with nothing to dig into.

so we finally get a penalty kick from the idiot referee who finally managed to see yours truly getting a good punch in the gut. no one wanted to take the kick 'cause we were losing, the game was over and they were tired. luckily, i wanted to f*cking hurt the guy that just punched me, so i take the tap and just barrell into him. so the guy grabs me around the collar (which in this case would be a card after punching me so visibly, i don't know if it was... i think he just blew the game... retard) and tackles me high, so i try to slip the ball under my arm behind me. the two of us land on that rock hard ground right on the point of my shoulder, with my arm still bent kinda funny.

so what i found out later was that i ruptured my AC joint (the one where your shoulder blade, clavicle and other thing, humorous(?), come together to make your shoulder) and sent my clavicle through my trapezius muscle. "damn you milk!! damn you!!! why did you have to make my bones so hard???!!!"

so about 3 hours of surgery later, everything was sort of back where it should have been, a peice of teflon taking the place of the bursa, a couple of completely torn tendons were sewn back together, and a screw held my shoulder all together.

the next year, i was part of a team that tore up our tier and went to the provincial championships :)
i've still never broken a bone.
i think they still have the "Keech's Screw" award for rugby at my old highschool.

I have wrecked mountain biking so many times, broken/brusied/cracked bones and cartlidge on quite a few outings.

My worst wreck ever was on a BMX bike, I am not a BMXer but my friends were into it and had a huge mound/jump built to practice thier moves in the air. I as well am not a trick man, I more or less count my self lucky if I hold it straight and land with out the crash and burn.

Any ways, they are all doing table tops and throwing legs everywhere and getting adventerous and trying spins etc. So I am thinking hell I can try something novice and not get killed probably... right ? :).

Well anyways I do my 2nd jump just to make sure I have the jump dynamics down before I try something stupid. Now keep in mind that all my friends were just out of high school and all worked in Bike shops or were back home from college (where they worked at bike shops). I was on one of my friends old beater bikes that he was constantly re-tooling... but I digress.

OK, so I am digging in and getting a lot of speed heading into the jump/mound, I start up and notice that something is really wrong with my front wheel... by the time I hit the top and pull up, I notice that my front wheel is not coming with me, apparently Bubba (that was his nick name) did not secure the front wheel to the frame after his last "tweak". Any ways... I come down, bury my forks in the earth and catapult myself about 1 foot forward and straight down face first into the ground next to the bike.

OMG... that was some pain. Killed 3 of my upper teeth, loosend/semi dislocated my jaw, smacked my shoulder fracturing it, put a whole in my cheek with a piece of wood on the ground and bruised my ribs.

Now it didnt hurt right away, obviously I was in shock, spitting blood and bitching out bubba, I didn't seek medical attention, but the second my mom saw me (she is a nurse) I ended up at the doctors office that night... I was sooo sore for about 3 days I couldnt believe it.

Oddly enought I did not break my nose, I always break my nose, broke it in a football game, boxing, and once in a mosh pit. I have also had 3 concussions in my life as well... Old age made me slow down, no huge injuries since I was 27, 4 years is really good.

As far as being extreme, there is almost nothing I wont do at least once. I have don the bungee, sky diving thing quite a few times, both are a lot of fun. I think one of the things I need to do before I die is base jump off of Angel falls in South America, that has to be the peak of insanity... Although running of the Bulls this year in Pamplona looked pretty nutzo too, my wife says I am not allowed to do that though... we will see.

I think Xero, shigg and I need to start an RX8 club Bike team, I can crash with the best of them.

who here has gotten a friend to pop their shoulder back into place, god that hurts, you hear the loud pop and then two or three seconds later the pain hits you, thats rough. im lucky my dad is an anesthesiologist. cyclobenzaprine makes the pain go away :).

I face planted on my BMX just going across a street, no tricks no nothing, just hit a bump and next thing I knew it was BAM and I was making out with concrete, good thing I hit with my mouth closed or I would have looked all kinds of hillbilly afterwards, missing teeeth etc..yeehaw...now talk about extreme heh

You've heard of body-surfing? We used to go body-sledding. That's right, down the hill you go - just jump off. Trouble is it really only works on "hills" steep enough to be called a gorge. And where we lived those gorges were fairly well populated with trees and boulders. But, with a really heavy snowfall it was survivable. Somehow I never broke anything, but there were some bruises measured in square feet :) I'm sure if a video camera were involved I would have had multiple fractures :D