A bit of a fright.
I finally got ViewRanger installed onto the phone today, plus 640mb of ordnance survey maps of Ireland, the complete set, so to test it out I decided to take a bit of a spin towards the Burren in Co.Clare and use it to find some archeological sites.
I found one or two very easily indeed and it was going well until the battery died, but by then I was well up this trail and the curiosity of wanting to see how far it went kept me going further.
Finally, when I'd gotten about as far as it's possible to get from anywhere, through umpteen gates which were nearly rusted closed, and up some trails which were overgrown with grass where no-one had come in quite some time, I stopped to take one last pic.
The trails had been easy actually but I'd stopped on a bit of a slope, and I climbed back on the bike to move off again, then paused and put my foot down, and some rocks under my foot on the downslope slipped and I began to topple over.
Now I've dropped the bike dozens of times, some at speed but never any great problems before (except being knocked out once when the front blew) and this was at a standstill, but for some reason as it started to topple I remember thinking 'oh ****, I'm gonna get trapped here', and what would you reckon happened!
I hit the ground under the bike, somehow managing to get both legs trapped under it, don't ask me how, I reckon I might have been trying to jump clear or something, and as I was on a slope (the pics dont show it) with my head pointing down, the bike slid down a bit onto me.
So I was lying on the ground completely stuck, and all I could manage was to wiggle my left arm a bit. My left leg was under the wheel, my right foot was being squashed as the footpeg was trying to push through my ankle (thank fcuk it had at least folded back), my right arm couldn't move and some serious pain was starting to develop.
As I was looking around trying to figure out what was going on, I realised I was getting wet, so I looked down to see petrol running out from somewhere, along the frame and flowing down onto my leg, so I began to get freaked out a little, thinking if it hit something hot like the exhaust and ignited I was gonna get burnt alive.
I couldn't turn off the motor or reach the fuel tap with my left arm as it was pinioned under the saddle and back of the bike, and my right was trapped - my right elbow was stuck off under me somewhere and the wrist was stuck under the bar and handguard which had come down on it forcing it into the ground.
I couldn't get any leverage anywhere, so I had to start trying to jerk my wrist from under the bars, insomuch as I could make these tiny little jerks. But after christ knows how long, felt like forever, I managed to get it out and then slide backwards enough that I could get the left free and turn off the motor, the bastardin' thing was still running somehow, then pull myself up far enough to shut off the fuel.
At this point I couldn't move the fingers in my right hand, nor wiggle my wrist any, my nuts were still broiling from their nice petrol bath and, as a bonus for getting my body out a bit from under the bike, there was even more weight pressing onto my ankle.
I spent about half an hour heaving my leg and trying to drag myself out but there was no way it was moving. I'd managed to undo the zips on the sunny side-up a few inches, but the pressure on my ankle was such that it couldn't even be dragged out of the boot. I then started to try wiggle back in under the bike so that I could try push it up with my left arm but could only manage enough to lift it a foot or so. I couldn't get in under it enough for decent leverage, my right arm was useless and my left elbow still has nice crunchy bones in it from a highside a decade ago so it's weak anyway, but the main problem was that the higher I pushed the bike, the more my ankle seemed to be getting crushed.
I eventually thought of going the other way, raising the bike off my foot by grasping the footstand, footpeg and whatever and jerking the bike towards me as if to stand it completely upside down on the seat and bars, but no way was that gonna work with just one arm. By now I'd been stuck probably over an hour and I was completely bollixed so I had a rest.
I couldn't think of what else to do so I started trying to rotate the bike, sorta spin it around in the hope it might slip off my foot no such luck. I finally thought of twisting around backwards, grabbing the rear rack down near the exhaust with my left arm and trying to haul the bike forward. I thought there was no way it was going to work and, sure enough, I had to give up after a few minutes as I was shattered wrecked.
At this stage I was starting to think I was foobared altogether, ain't no-one coming this way for possibly weeks if not months again, I hadn't told anyone where I was heading, etc etc, and I was wondering just how long it'd take the crows to peck through me helmet to get to the juicy bits.
Eventually I got a second wind and I just went mental altogether, furiously trying to haul the bike forward again by the rear rack, and I somehow suddenly managed to jerk it a few inches, enough to get the bastardin thing off my ankle, yahoo !!
I had to take another rest and then went hopping down the trail to see what I could see. The trail seemed to improve and after a few hundred yards I could see farm buildings way off down below, so I got back to the bike and managed to heave it upright.
I had to wait another while before the fuel got back into the carbs or whatever before it started, then started going easy down the hill. I thought I was away with it when I came to a gate and there were a few recent tractor tyremarks about, but then I saw the ******* farmer had a padlock on the fcukin thing![]()
So I had to hop off and haul the bike around, one armed, then ride it back up a steep ******* of a hill for a mile, open and close a dozen or so gates in the space of riding several miles before I got back out onto a regular road. I couldn't use the front brake at all in all this and was just rolling on and off the throttle with my palm, and had another sixty odd miles home so that was a fun ride.
Five hours later I'm able to feel my fingers again and move my wrist a little so I guess it's ok. I can barely touch the fleshy part my thumb is attached to, whatever that's called, but it's no big deal. And my ankle seems ok too, some of a foot tattoo appears to have been scraped off but I haven't looked too closely, and it'll probably be swollen up for a few days, but hey, I didn't get burnt after all, happy days !!
The bike has a few little scrapes on the engine crashbar, other than that you'd think nothing had happened at all, damn things are indestructible.
So what lessons have I learned about going trail riding alone, even on easy-peasy baby trails..
1) In case you can't dab down far enough to prevent toppling over on a slope, you should always wear a set of high-heels.
2) The sheep might get worried, but make sure you carry a tub of vaseline or good lube for those sticky situations.
3) Wear a good quality helmet that the crows can't peck through.
4) Wear flame-proof underpants.
5) In case of drought or starvation when trapped, bring some extra grub in the form of a tasty cyanide capsule in a false tooth. This is especially useful when your arms are stuck, and is also probably the lightest accessory you could carry so there's no reason to leave home without.



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