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Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Heading home tomorrow.

Our guide, was injured on Monday afternoon while on our way to Ely, NV via some wonderful dirt roads. He was looking back to see how we were faring, blew a turn and high-sided his R1200GSA. We were able to tie-wrap and duct-tape the bike together so it was rideable. He was in quite a bit of pain but we made it 40 miles on dirt roads to the nearest pavement and then made it an additional 225 miles back toLas Vegas.

While heading out on the dirt, our other rider caught a rut and tank-slapped himself and his bike into the bushes. We got his bike patched up and finally made it home. His right shoulder is sore, but we rode today and he's ok for the ride home.

Our guide is not so lucky. His father, a doctor, checked him out and believes he separated a rib from both the sternum and spine. He doesn't have enough strength in his right side to safely ride home, so he will be flying home Friday and shipping his bike back.

We're leaving tomorrow about 0700 to get to Santa Rosa, NM for day one. Day two will get us to Arlington, TX, and Saturday should get us home.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

They may look like dirt bikes but they are not. Too much power and weight.

5:38 AM  
Anonymous Sweet Pea said...

That's got to have been a terrible ride back for your guide. At least on the way home you shouldn't be on rutted roads!

6:05 AM  

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