Wrecked
AFM round 6, 2010
AFM round 6, 2010
I’m sorry Jamie. I can feel your kidneys through my bars. It happened so quick and ever so slow. I thought a thousand things. In fifty feet at 120mph we went from drifting rear tires at full lean in a heated season-long championship run, to all that matters is lying just before us on the track. My plan was to run up Greg McCullough’s inside on our exit of turn eight for a pass into turn nine but suddenly he checked up and headed right - where I was aiming. I rolled out of my drive and chose left to avoid him, then there you were – sliding perpendicular to me. I broke hard as I could. “Don’t look at his head, let go of the brakes before your front tire touches his body, lift the bike hard as you can, then roll out of the throttle so you don’t tear him in half.” I aimed my best buddy, for where I would hurt you the least. Maybe those choices hurt you more, maybe they saved your life. You were bleeding when I got to you. I thought I failed miserably. Then there was the helicopter, and people calling my phone after a bad crash that you don’t want calling your phone after a bad crash. I fell down in the night, parts of me are still crashing. But I am good. I’ve got the messages by now, you’re gonna be ok. That right there is everything.
Thanks for the messages everyone. Means the world.
GoGo
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