yeah mine dont quite compare, but i've had my one "big" stack... back in 98, on an old 1980 PE175 that someone spent WAAAAAY too much money on, had been jumping this tricky little double all day. bout a 40footer, but the take off ramp was short and peaky, so it was a pretty technical jump to clear, without being pitched over the bars..
The run up was pretty messy, few potholes and ruts, which added to problems, and you need to carry the front tyre just off the ground for the last 3 or 4 mtrs before hitting the ramp.. so there i am, lining it up for the hundredth time, lift the front, and clip the gear lever with my toe, resulting in a false neutral as the bike hits the base of the take off ramp....
All the panic revving in the world wasnt bringing this one back... seat spanked me hard, turning me into a javelin and launching me straight into the bad side of the down ramp.. last thing i remember was thinking "F*** landing on your head hurts" and looking up to see 100kg of upside down Suzuki heading straight for me... Seat and tank nailed me fair in the testimicles, and broke my pelvis with the impact. Then of course, naturally, the bike pins me to the ground, and is now in gear again, screaming its tits off at WOT... The ex-wifey and her mates thought i was just mucking around, and didnt come over for a look until the bike seized and made bad noises, and she could finally hear me yelling..
So they pick the bike up, then despite my protests, pick me up either side, then step away.. so there's 90kg of me, on a broken pelvis.. pain hurty, pass out, hit deck again, further cracking pelvis..
get thrown into my ute, and driven ten kms into town.. Being a sunday, doc cant be located to do the x-rays... so there i am feeling kinda busted, and then the extremities start tingling...
Apparently the hospital didnt agree that landing on my head from 15ft up in the air, followed by 100kg of dirt bike landing on me necessitated immediate xrays... So i ring the old man, (he's a GP) he hangs up, and a minute later i'm having MRI scans.. imagine that...
ended up with a broken pelvis in two places, and 4 ribs from the bike landing on me....
scary part was, i had body armour on...
couldnt walk, cough, laugh, sneeze or hiccup for about 3 months...
second stack i had, i dont really remember cause i passed out from dehyrdation, but i woke up with a brake lever THROUGH my arm near the wrist, pinning me to the ground... 120km from base, in the middle of the desert...
So REPLACE YOUR LEVERS WITH BROKEN TIPS!!! they may end up pinning you to the ground for three hours...
The run up was pretty messy, few potholes and ruts, which added to problems, and you need to carry the front tyre just off the ground for the last 3 or 4 mtrs before hitting the ramp.. so there i am, lining it up for the hundredth time, lift the front, and clip the gear lever with my toe, resulting in a false neutral as the bike hits the base of the take off ramp....
All the panic revving in the world wasnt bringing this one back... seat spanked me hard, turning me into a javelin and launching me straight into the bad side of the down ramp.. last thing i remember was thinking "F*** landing on your head hurts" and looking up to see 100kg of upside down Suzuki heading straight for me... Seat and tank nailed me fair in the testimicles, and broke my pelvis with the impact. Then of course, naturally, the bike pins me to the ground, and is now in gear again, screaming its tits off at WOT... The ex-wifey and her mates thought i was just mucking around, and didnt come over for a look until the bike seized and made bad noises, and she could finally hear me yelling..
So they pick the bike up, then despite my protests, pick me up either side, then step away.. so there's 90kg of me, on a broken pelvis.. pain hurty, pass out, hit deck again, further cracking pelvis..
get thrown into my ute, and driven ten kms into town.. Being a sunday, doc cant be located to do the x-rays... so there i am feeling kinda busted, and then the extremities start tingling...
Apparently the hospital didnt agree that landing on my head from 15ft up in the air, followed by 100kg of dirt bike landing on me necessitated immediate xrays... So i ring the old man, (he's a GP) he hangs up, and a minute later i'm having MRI scans.. imagine that...
ended up with a broken pelvis in two places, and 4 ribs from the bike landing on me....
scary part was, i had body armour on...
couldnt walk, cough, laugh, sneeze or hiccup for about 3 months...
second stack i had, i dont really remember cause i passed out from dehyrdation, but i woke up with a brake lever THROUGH my arm near the wrist, pinning me to the ground... 120km from base, in the middle of the desert...
So REPLACE YOUR LEVERS WITH BROKEN TIPS!!! they may end up pinning you to the ground for three hours...