I only have a few on a quad. I could tell stories all day about crashing on dirt bikes, those damn two wheelers are dangerous I tell you! Below is by far the worst crash I ever had on a quad.
Last September at the Silver State 300 I was riding the second to last section, abut 80 miles or so. About 60 miles into it, from what I was told, there is a high speed left hand corner, I clip a rock with the left front tire and cart wheel the quad. Of course, I remember nothing, not even the crash. (A few weeks later, after talking to others who rode the same section, the last thing I remember was about 5 miles before the crash.) Next guy in the race comes along, and I guess I am laying in the middle of the road knocked out with the quad about 30 feet away upside down. I come to about the time he gets to me. Again, I remember none of this! Couple more people stop and want me to wait for help, I told them I was fine and wanted to keep going so we could finish the race. So I got back on the quad and rode 20 miles to the next pit. Oh yeah, of course I do not remember anything about that 20 miles. First thing I really remember is coming in to the pit. Quad was kind of beat up, but my teammates get it back together enough for one of them to ride to the finish.
I get in one of the chase trucks and we all head for the finish to pick up my teammate and quad. I was acting pretty out of it, so everyone decides I should go to the hospital when we get back to town. I only remember some small things about the ride back, not much at all. We get to the ER, I do not even remember getting there, going in, or waiting to be called back. The first thing I really remember clearly is being in the back with the doctor, from here I pretty much remember everything. My right hip is really sore and starting to swell, so the doc takes some x-rays of my hip and a scan of my head to check everything out. Everything is fine, just beat up, need some time to heal. I feel very lucky, it could have been alot worse.
So that was my first time ever in a ER, and I plan on it being my last! Three weeks later I rode in the last race of the year, hip was killing me, but had to ride, we ended up getting second in the year end championship. Almost seven months later, my damn hip is still a little sore!
Doug