The P/U didn't stop. He probably didn't know I went down. He was around the corner and gone before I finished skidding down the road. I barely cleared him as it was. It felt like I missed him by maybe 6" at most! I was actually cutting across his front end trying to get out of his way. Having reduced the bank of my turn and grabbing a handful of throttle to move me outside of him is probably what caused me to miss the rest of the turn! Once I missed him, I didn't have time to roll in the bank and continue turning. I looked down to see my front tire running off the road and looked up and saw a rocky dirt wall in front of me. And that was all I remember until I was getting loaded into the meat wagon.
Jack picked up the rest of the story. He said I bounced back into the road and was flopping down it like a rag doll. He said when I stopped, I just laid there for a few minutes and blood was pooling up around me. My face got pretty cut up from the goggle frames and head wounds bleed a lot. (Personal experience). Then, he said, I got up and started running around like a head with my chicken cut off, and he was trying to hold me down with little luck. The meat wagon came and joined in on the wrestling match. Once they got me held down, they started cutting all my good clothes off, the Gearne boots, my gloves, a Joe Rocket jacket, a good irreplaceable Golden Bears Gun Club sweatshirt, and such. Twas about then that I woke up and they were asking my all these weird questions about the date, the time and such, most of which I couldn't answer. Concussions do strange things to you. Anyway, off to the hospital, and more consciousness. Then it was a lot of laying there, doing little and eating bad food, as little as I could eat, along with getting awakened about every hour at night. Not a place to go for Peace and Quiet!
Anyway, back home now. they didn't really DO anything about the fractured bits, so I guess I just have to wait until everything heals up and stops hurting. Not the most pleasant experience. I can do without it!
The cell phone barely worked which is not unusual for those POSs. On one side of the bed I had some network, but on the other side, 2 feet away, nothing.
Bare