One might have expected that an injury such as mine would most probably been caused by my powered paraglider. The great irony is that while I have not had the confidence to fly again since my training in April, I have on numerous occasions driven the ATV without the slightest thought of safety while statistically it is far more dangerous than my PPG.
So 2 weeks ago I take a regular ride to the mailboxes and turn around for the simple trip home. About 1/2 mile from TFL, my road has a series of left/right turns before the last straight stretch home. In all of about 10 seconds I got "out of sync" on the turns while only going about 20 mph. One quick lapse in judgement and a very brief bit of confusion, and next thing I know is that I'm upside down watching the ATV pass above me (in slow motion). I knew right away my leg was broken because I saw my foot was looking a little looser than normal. I was on my back looking at a turned over vehicle next to me. I got right up and turned it over and tried the start button and nothing happened. Brief panic set it as I contemplated how to get home without wheels and only one leg. While deciding that crawling home was not a pleasant option, I remembered that I had to get it back into neutral in order for it to start. A couple clicks on the clutch - the green light came on and presto!
Was home in minutes -hopped in and sat down in my hut to call 911. Didn't seem to take very long for them to arrive while they kept me on the line. I almost passed out but managed to stay alert. There wasn't much pain but I was pretty freaked out by then. The operator asked if I could lift my pant leg to describe the injury. I told him I would rather not but that I could see there was some bleeding. The EMTs started me on a morphine drip and proceeded to cut my boot off. Didn't take too long to get some bandages and a splint on.
On the ambulance ride out to the highway, the driver spotted my cap and glasses where I had crashed and picked them up for me. Smooth sailing on the highway as they drove me about 25 miles north to the spot where the Med-Trans helicopter took me from there to Odessa. Garbage can hill was the hand off location (called double barrel in 911 language because there is a garbage barrel on each side of the road there).
To be continued...