Sunday was the big day. I registered for 3 races, one of them being a GTL
endurance race. And I was already sore from the two previous days of riding
at the track. Nevertheless, I did both morning practices, and was looking
forward to my upcoming races.
My first race of the day was the GTL race. GT races are 15 laps long —
one can hardly call that true endurance racing, but it's as long as they
come in LRRS. It was exhausting indeed. Finished 12th of 16 — no points
again. My lap times had improved somewhat: best of 1'31.515", with the
average of 1'36.916". Believe it or not, despite feeling like I was about to
pass out through the whole second half of the race, lap 12 was my best. I was
quite surprised to find that out...
And here comes the sad part. The next race I was going to run was LW Grand Prix.
It is now a blur. The only part of that race that I can now remember is rolling
on throttle coming out of the bowl, only to realize that the bars are getting
crossed, and next thing I know I'm getting flicked off the bike like a booger and
smacked into the ground hard. At that point I might have blacked out for only
a few seconds, but I remember coming back looking at the sky and trying to move
my limbs to see if I can still do that. A couple of faces appeared shortly
silhouetted against the blue sky... I don't remember how much time passed then.
An ambulance picked me up and took me to the track's medical center. Despite never
having broken any bones in my entire life, I knew that my right collar bone was
snapped. With my left hand I could feel the two ends of the bone through the skin
being quite separate from each other, and I couldn't lift my right arm. I didn't
need to be a doctor to make that diagnosis. That was a pretty crappy end to the weekend.
I was taken to the Lakes Regional Hospital in Laconia, where X-rays confirmed
that I had a right clavicle fracture. In addition, it was noticed that I had a
contusion on my hip that I overlooked earlier. The latter became apparent after
I took my leater pants off as I was getting ready to change into my street clothes.
There was a protrusion on my right hip that was absurdly large, about the size of
a footbal. It really looked quite grotesque. Over the course of the next month,
it took heating, pressure and finally three sessions of draining it with a huge
needle to make it go away... well, mostly... Man, that thing freaked me out! Never
thought that a human body could stretch like that. Eek!
I was lucky to have several of my good friends at the track — Armando and
Todne — who with the help from my teammates loaded my my bike on the trailer,
packed all my stuff in the car, drove to the hospital to fetch me, and then drove
me home. Thanks, guys. You're the best!