“quit moving around or we’ll have to kill you
“i hate people when they’re not polite
“some of us are decent people who want to stay out of the emergency room, but still blast through neo-gridlock traffic… for that we need fine machinery …
when the ducati turned up in my driveway, nobody knew what to do with it.. my lawyer said i should give myself up and enroll in the federal witness protection program …
she’s so fine there’s no telling where the money went
the motorcycle business was the last straw. it had to be the work of my enemies, or people who wanted to hurt me. it was the vilest kind of bait, and they knew i would go for it.
(dr hunter s thompson)
they grabbed him by the stack & swivel
this is when we learned the extent of his injuries. the good news was there was no head or spinal injury, and there was no skin injury because jay was wearing his racing leathers. the bad news, though, was he had two broken shoulders (one shattered), a punctured lung, and “probably most” of his ribs were broken.
(jonathan mark davis, mba)
let me lie still
“arching like a strychnine bow
took a tree trunk to the head
guy to the right, gutshot . . .
not just a flesh wound
guy to the left, well, he shot gutshot guy . . .
2 doors down … cut in half by 2 trash trucks
(shock-trauma baltimore city)
“can we cut your leathers off?
badly drawn, suit yerself
“quartered like a november deer
(emt, summit point raceway, west virginia)
“if it was just you driving like a mad man and pushing the limit and taking the chance (again) of biting the big one; well hell, that’s life as usually…. but some of those people in your life, despite the strong outer appearance, would be screwed up with another go around like this.
no tunnel of light
no out of body
no choir of angels
(guiseppe labruno, ma, mba, professor of military science)
you ever see lonesome dove? robert duvall and tommy lee jones as former texas rangers, tried to settle down in lonesome dove, couldn’t do it, took off for montana with their cattle, some others’ cattle and their 2 pigs.
well, down in the man- cave, it was them, me, mssrs oxy & contin, bag o’ peas, ms brasil’s ring on a chain, the family dog and my upper body.
he broke the hell-bitch.
they crashed real horses into the real nueces river.
they dodged the water moccasins.
we signed up for summit school of the shenandoah.
we did our own stunts.
• the radii for turn 1: 110', 170', 550'
• the radius of turn 2: 460′
• the radius of the unnumbered kink betweens turns 2 and 3:
he’s a rather self-absorbed lad
• the radius of turn: 235′
• the radius of the first unnumbered kink after turn 3: 660'
“why did we leave lonesome dove?
“what do you want legs for anyway? you don’t like to do nothing but sit on the porch and drink whiskey!
left shoulder hysterical and useless
“… i helped her out of a jam i guess … but i must have used a little too much force.
(b dylan, blood on the tracks)
• pneumothorax, ventilator, chest tube
• broken right clavicle
• shattered right scapula
• orif steel plate in left shoulder
bicycle built for two
• 7x broken ribs & punctured lung
• crash cart, intubation
sticker shock, sage consumer
(winchester shock trauma)
“he’ll rip your lungs out, Jim.
i’d like to meet his tailor
(university of maryland shock trauma, bmd)
three weeks out from lonesome dove;
“sounds like a damn wilderness if you ask me. and we’re a shade old to start fightin’ indians all over again
she carried buckets of decision water
i looked over, said
“does this help you understand why we do this?”
“i didn’t see no line gus. i was just trying to get through the territory without getting scalped, that’s all.
confidently piloting a motorcycle around the track
went to see her yesterday. she was tied to her hitching post, cud-chewing all non- chalant and all;
looked sideways at me, said
“you made this good bike do a bad thing, fucker
“… looks like a pile o pick-em-up sticks
i tried to stand, fell over on my side
“your insurance doesn’t kick in until day 61
i have seen the moment of my greatness flicker
state farm real- live-human
no skin grafts
my life as a pop – tart
all fingers, toes and teeth
this little piggy
“yer right about ma. still hasn’t made up her mind
a farewell to arms
days 12 à 40:
every 3 hour mark, the pain sweats, turn on the fans, the soaked t- shirts, the waiting for the 3 1⁄2 hour mark and its next promised oxycodone
the stabbing effort of rolling out of bed w ribs in best knot possible …
this is not cancer survival
the R shoulder just a capsule of broken-glass,
fingers doing the walking down my r buttock, the arm unsure of its place in time and space trying to shit the rabbit turds that the oxy* gives you,
the medicines’ mustard- metal stink of dirty diaper
constantly up my nose and
the perilous pulling of pajamas
rising from the one-holer
struggle to shit
tickle of snot
is every ride a suicide?
lives of quiet desperation
being shot out of a cannon ...
we take a manageable endeavor to its falling-off cliff-edge
not everybody who buys a high-dollar torque-brute yearns to go out in a ball of fire on a public street in l.a. …
unless you’re ready to go straight down the centerline with your nuts on fire and a silent scream in your throat …
when we ride very fast motorcycles, we ride with immaculate sanity
(dr hst, ssc)
“she’s philosophical … but she doesn’t watch anymore
charlie don’t surf
(mike, of wife robin at spr)
1st visit by my daughter where i could drive my own car
now let us say a prayer
before that every day in the bitch seat
back to the scene of the crime
this behavior not sanctioned by national need
pressure to 30# front/rear
“this must never happen again, i can’t do this another time
pass with authority
“the deadbeat club
next time you’re on your own
“it wasn’t the same w ray … it wasn’t a first child
do versus be?
i failed to dodge the water moccasin
sunning one’s lizard self on the deck … burn in the sutures
ex the oxy*
mad max helmet no longer sea-worthy
walking without steadying
and gobs of torque
opening the dishwasher
wiping my ass
i have seen the eternal footman
hold my coat
reach for seatbelt, close the car door
sit in a restaurant
put on a t-shirt
bet the family farm
3 years ex post factopenniless w 3 concussions under my belt and 11 arthritis seeds fingered into the soil
smokey twitch-hovers outside the waiting room
i don’t have any of my oxycontin
big momma got called into the chapel …
… won’t she ever stop?
me and the turds on the urine-soaked deck
lacking advance directives
brother 2, the red bull, the vodka, the childrens’ halloween parade
what it would take to git back on the track
choose yer poison
9% rain-soaked grade
keeloids stiff every morning ¿and why not killed
big deal of the day i washed my hair
i think i need to lie down
upper skeleton like pick-up sticks
grocery shopped for the first time in 6 months
never took my dog to walter reed
damaged child w/o advanced directives
the salvage company came by to pick up big boned bessie : (
they paid the storage fee but……there are
still 2 outstanding estimates, 1 complete and the other road worthy.
this aint no disco, this aint no party
the road worthy one is your responsibility and the other should be covered by insurance.
give your adjuster a call so that we can finalize this.
ah yes, the joy of being a rider when surrounded by those that are convinced you are out of your mind.
recent injury only reinforces their perspective. i feel your pain 🙂
no temper tantrums, no lovey-dovey
i do not fear death i will however, do all possible to avoid death prematurely. fear is the enemy, not death, fear on the road leads to death, therefore i will not let fear be my master, i will master it.
other corrective shoes
a ventilator tube doesn’t follow the path of least resistance to git where it’s goin’
no more glee club
don’t run the over-sized tires, 180s on those 5″ rims
like a bird without a beak
swings a leg over a motorcycle to compete in anger is dancing with fate
“I saw a rain- dirty valley, you, you saw brigadoon
sometimes it seems like grave digging is all we do around here, don’t it cholo? what do you think happens when we die?
stay on the gas until you see god
maybe it’s not as big a change as we think. maybe you just go back to where you lived or near your family, or wherever you were the happiest. only you’re just a spirit now… and you don’t have the troubles the living have.
hell, boys. i’d damn sight rather be hung by my friends
there was a slight setback
“i loved augustus mcrae, but i wasn’t willing to share him with you every time you decided to ride off on some adventure. i despised you for what you were then, captain call; and i despise you for what you’re doing!