As I write this, I am lying comfortably in my hospital bed at Ukiah Valley Medical Center. I haven't yet seen the doctor this morning, but I assume that the surgery on my foot to insert a couple pins to stabilize the number 2, 3 and 4 metatarsals yesterday evening went well. I have not seen, but am told, that the R52 is in surprisingly good shape.
I am disappointed, not so much for myself, but for my teammates and everyone who has supported Team Boxer Rebellion and has been following our trials and tribulations. After finally working through a number of problems and getting help from other teams and even wonderful help from Brent Lamb (Lamb Cylinder) and Fred Wiley at Big Twin BMW in Boise, and from Vech (Bench Mark Works) and Brent (Brent's Motor Works), things were looking up.
I want to apologize deeply for letting everyone down. Steve and Don put in countless tireless hours and were helpful at every point. So to have ended our run by having an accident is a bitter pill for me. I am extremely sorry.
There's not much to relate: we were back in California and the route was going down CA-1 from Leggett to Westport, which I wrote about previously. This is a favorite road of mine. The bike was running well and, about 10 miles down, I was having a great time. But I went through a corner and tried to lean the bike beyond its cornering clearance, which is limited by the floorboards. I scraped the bottom of the left floorboard and levered the rear tire free, then the bike and I, probably travelling about 25mph, took a tangent out of the curve and over the edge. This area is very steep with loose dirt and lots of trees. I was extremely lucky that the bike was hooked by a young tree, which hung onto both the bike and me.
I managed to climb back up to the road. I could feel that my left foot was sore, and I got my boots off, with Jeff Wu's help. The top of my foot was swollen, but so long as I didn't try to put weight on the foot, not painful. Jeff had some Advil and I kept the foot elevated by lying on the ground and propping my left leg on Jeff's bike's footpegs. Lonny Isam, the organizer, was among the first people to come by, and he was very helpful. Eventually a tow truck arrived, and with the help of a number of riders, they retrieved the bike. Jeff had called Steve, who returned from Willits with our support van, and the bike was loaded into it.
Photo by, I believe, Somer Hooker, used without permission
Because I could move my toes and ankle, and had no pain other than when I tried to put weight on my foot, I elected to have Steve drive me to an urgent care facility. This was probably not the wisest course of action, but I think it turned out ok anyway. It happened that the nearest one was in a hospital facility in Ukiah. As soon as the nurse practitioner had a look at the swelling on my foot, she told me I had to go to the emergency room. A series of X-rays showed broken bones and an unstable injury, and I was scheduled for surgery to pin them. I slept well overnight, but don't know exactly what my prognosis is at this point.
I do know that I won't be riding to the finish today, but I do wish the best for the other riders. The event has had a lot of ups and downs, and I hope that there are no further downs for any of the other riders.