Ah yes, good times bro, nothing like being young and stupid without a care in the world... I miss those days!
A couple other data points to this story:
I hit that cement culvert at the t of the road definately at 100+, my guess would be maybe even 120+... As Gumbi said I flew at least 40 to 50 feet over the bike, totally clearing the road all in flight. The adrenilin was pumping so hard I got up, went over to my bike and tried to drag it into some nearby apartments to hide, no go, she wouldn't even role... I sat down and that's when I looked down at my leg, picture sitting on your butt with toes pointed straight in the air but one foot is pointing flat on the ground.
I pulled up my pant leg and see my bone sticking out.
Yep, compound break through the skin and leg was broke in 3 places...
Took 3 different surgeries to get it somewhat right but she is still not perfect and ended my skiing career.
When mama showed up the LEO's said "how did you eve know he was here"?
I quickly jumped in before she could answer and started screaming with pain, doctors at that point told the LEO's to leave the ER room.
The LEO's wrote me about $4k dollars worth of tickets in the emergency room (which was big $ back in the early 90's), everything from reckless to evading etc etc... I got a lawyer and beat them all, they couldn't prove it was me they were chasing...
Mama was not too happy with me (and Gumbi) as you can imagine, she was about 8 months pregnant with our first (who will be 18 in May and graduating), plus it was about midnight or later so she went from a total sleep to Gumbi calling her and from what she remembers hearing someting about Jay might be dead!
It's nice to be alive and well and look back on stories like this, oh what a long time ago that was and how different we all are now.
What's probably even worse, is this is only one story, Gumbi and I could probably write a book about our troubles in our youth, we weren't what I would call "good boys" if you know what I mean...
(remember the downtown Hilton story...
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We both eventually did grow up though and now we are trouble free and both have kids.
Good times bro, I'll ride with you any day as well, I'm glad you bought that Connie and glad that we are still friends after almost 30 years!
Great story, still not sure how the popo couldn't identify Jay's bike.
It was at night and we were going so fast they could never get a plate # MP...