I have just moved to a KX from a KDX and what a world of deference. Me and a friend put together a 98 KX250 and my first ride on it was the day before the LACC series opener, so just as the moon was our only light I made 3 laps on the motorcross track, not my cup of tea but it gave me an idea of what I had. The following day in the race it was a survival run, the mud and ruts found many people buried to theres seats. I ended up in 4th place in the beginners class. The best thing that day was that now when I had someone in my sights and gave it the gas I could pass them, the KDX would just catch them but I could get by them before the next turn. All was well, the following weekend I went to my clubs stomping ground forest hills louisiana to do some work for our enduro coming up April 11th, the day was beautiful I was really getting comfy on the bike, the springs where to stiff the clutch was rather tight but still feeling great, at mile 26 my throttle cable got stuck sometime after a turn and I am not really sure what happened but, it sucked.
From what I remember and from the damage to my self and protective gear. As I came to the next turn, I realized I was not slowing down after riding the power band for a bit in the straight away, pulled the clutch in and I don't really remember having time to put my back brake on but none the less there was a rotted tree log and as I came to it I jumped of the bike, well with the momentum I flew in front of the bike but as I let go of the clutch the bike reengaged the rear tire it jumped of the log and landed on my chest. Thank the lord for chest protectors, gloves, jerseys and helmets. This was a bad situation. I think I pushed the tire off my chest with my right forearm cause it was the worst and guided it with my left hand the back side. So immediately after the bike is about 15 feet to the right of where I lay running till my freshly nickle plated top end ceased, I get up and notice that I going into shock, I watch a little bit of blood trickle from a finger abrasion and everything slows down, and I begin to asses the damage. My shoulder pads had fallen off, the rear tire had torn the right shoulder pad off and broke the front plastics up to the center of the front plate, my jersey had a whole dead center about 6 inches with rubber marks all around it, my undershirt 4 inches rubber as well. My glove on my left hand was still on but torn in half so I pulled it off and noticed my right arm hurting. My buddies had begun to show up, and got my helmet off for me and were assessing the damage. My forearm I thought was broken it was popeye size, an unnatural growth in about 10 seconds and a nasty looking chunk taken out tire width size. My hand wasn't to bad I thought. As my Dad rode and Darin rode up they began to work on the bike, so we could get out of there. It was still stuck and they managed to seize the engine for me 2 more times, they were only trying to get us out of a bad situation. Then these riders show up, we had not seen but 1 set of riders all day and this group shows up, one guy is a medic and checks me out for broken arms leg's ribs, concussion etc. all was good. It made me feel good but not my physical body, it was getting colder and my wounds were getting tighter, I had to get back to camp, so I took my dad's bike, an clutchless KTM 200 - and very gently rode back I could hardly give it gas and it was a good thing cause I ran out on my way back. But reserve get's you out of a bad situation. Got to the camp, just needed a beer, or a few. But I had made part of my journey back safely and I relaxed a bit. Eventually Jimmy and Darin 2 great friends pushed my bike for about a mile or more to get my bike out of the woods and get it back to the camp by truck. Once everyone got back to the camp me and my dad headed back home, I was hurting a good bit but a few beers had softened the ride home, just don't move my arms and I'm good. So I sent my wife a text message saying I wrecked and get a whole bunch of silverdine ready for me when I get home I had 2 nasty burns. She was not happy, when I got back she tried to clean the debris, the problem is how to take rubber out of fat on your front porch,,, So I thought let's go to a walk in clinic. They were all closed and I eventually ended up at Lourdes emergency room. You get to an emergency room and checking it usually takes about 2 hours for them to see you if your lucky, I was brought back in 10 minutes, people scrambling about this info and that info, they couldn't understand that it wasn't a street bike or a road, they got it later, but I was admitted to the Grossman Burn Clinic were I stayed for almost 2 weeks! I got 2 skin grafts that are looking great and just brought my bike up to my buddies who is the real mechanic to asses the damage and get her ready for Louisiana Trail riders in about a month and a half. I need some time to get back, I am working on stretching my fingers and skin and get full mobility again, strength and for the forearm to heal. My ribs still hurt and I can't sleep on that side or my back, but all is getting better everyday. See you out there, have fun be safe were your riding gear it saved my life.
Drew
