Oh man! I'm sorry about that guys! After I posted this morning, I logged off and got back to work. I hadn't had any coffee yet...so I kinda forgot that I typed that he was face down in the middle of the street....and left you all hanging! My bad. BAD COSMO! BAAAAAD!
He lived. I should just say that and leave again.....JUST KIDDING! JK LOLOLOLOLOL!
He got knocked silly-stupid. He did about as many 360's as his bike did. He was unconscious when I ran over to him, so I didn't move him. He had one of those silly flip-up full face helmets (I think Bieffe makes them) and it had flipped up. I saw a busted lip and some blood. By this time, traffic had stopped and a few folks had gathered around. I'm not an EMT, but have had a lot of emergency buddy-care training. Mostly of the trauma kind. Also seen a few, and been in a few, nasty accidents. The experience came in handy. As I was feeling the pulse in his neck, he woke up. Looked at me and asked me what happened. I told him. He told me that i was joking, and then he smiled. He really thought that I was kidding him. Then I think the pain kicked in. He had no jacket or gloves. Just the helmet. At least he had long pants and hiking boots. He sat up. I tried to keep him on the ground, but he just kinda sprang up. He saw his bike about 20 yards away. And 30 yards away. And 50 yards away. You get the idea. When he jumped up and ran towards the biggest piece, I realized that he wasn't all that banged up. I know about shock. I've seen people with broken bones get up and walk so I sat him down. Naturally, he was more concerned about his brand new $11,000 bike, which was now spread out over most of Northern Bexar County. We did the wiggle your fingers and toes thing. Oh yeah, by this point about 15 minutes had passed and the rest of the group still hadn't returned. I was pissed. That's putting it mildly. If I hadn't of been riding in back of him, he would've died when some Bubba in a pickemuptruck ran him over like roadkill. Blind turn where he wrecked. No one would've been able to stop.
We took him to the hospital. He had:
-Minor concussion. They didn't do a CAT scan.
-Busted lip - self explanatory
-Broken left collar bone - ouch
-No skin on either left nor right palm - freakin' ouch!
-Swollen left knee cap. Big time swollen. Black and blue as well.
-Severly bruised ego.
All in all, he got off easy.
The bike? Ahh, the shiny silver Daytona 955i...it didn't do as well. Are you sitting? $7,000 worth of damage. Both rims gone. Fork gone. Both front disks/calipers gone. Tank gone. Instruments gone. All fairings gone. The bike flipped end over end at least 5 or 6 times that I remember. It was uuuuuuugly. They didn't total it though. Too bad, I feel they should've. His insurance company paid up though. They fixed it. It took about 3 months to get the parts and repair it! I still see him up at Specht's every now and then. He always makes it a point to come over and say hi, which I think is the cool thing to do. Sorry to have left you hanging like that! Cheers.
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Cosmo
"Do you know how fast you were going, son?" "Gee officer, if I guess right, can I go home?"
