Having had the freakiest of all freak accidents- after a long, glorious winter day on a perfect track, the short studs on my XR100 ice bike broke traction in a corner, we did a slow, graceful 180, caught traction and did an amazing backflip highside, and I ended up on my back on top of the bike. Unfortunately, I had caught my left foot in the frame, and that foot was under the middle of my back pointed down at the ice, still stuck in the bike- and my leg and knee were broken. If half the local dirt bike club hadn’t seen it happen- and the Merrimack Valley Trail Riders are the best of the best- I’d’ve been there until the ice melted and the bike and I went straight to the bottom. As it was, it took a bunch of folks to lift me off and stand me up. And stand I did. I was fairly certain that the lower leg was injured, and had no intention of unbuckling my boot, but I didn’t really believe about the knee until I saw the x-ray. As it was, I kickstarted the bike, rode it to the edge of the pond, walked to a group of guys at the food tent (it was our annual picnic) and they got my bike and rode it onto the trailer, where I strapped it down and drove first home, then to the Orthopaedic Clinic where I was working at the time. Surgery was a few days later. I guess the point of this story is that my initial self-survey told me I was stuck, and likely injured, but I had zero idea how injured. The adrenaline of the whole scene was covering a lot. Happily, this was all close to home and good roads, but it easily might not have been. I’ve done SAR, at night, in shit weather, way off-road, and would definitely prefer that someone, say the OP, who has the choice pull that trigger/push that button ASAP so that we could all get home before dark, and before he was dehydrated, sick, in shock. And oh, yes, beer and pizza for the crew, and a bigass cake with a suitably sappy thank-you message on it too. Everybody loves cake.