September 18, I slapped hard, and as you described I rode the bitch into the ground. Not much of mere scraped on the F800GS. I cushioned the bikes blow on the ground. Held the handlebars all the way into the ground. Collarbone, and dislocated big toe, with three metatarsals fractured. I hobbled about 2 km after setting off my SPOT. I thought for sure I punctured my lung, so I was trying to save time. I made it to an ambulance so heli cancelled. My coworkers were not impressed with me. All the while I was thinking if I needed to decompress my chest if I developed a tension pneumothorax I had a leatherman, hand sanitizer, and a tire gauge. I was thinking how that was going to hurt more than a needle. I remember laughing thinking I'd better sit down to do that as if I passed out and fell on it I'd kill myself and my friends would think I killed myself from pain, pussy.
I gotta learn how to fall too, just sometimes it's over so fast you didn't know WTF just happened