Ok, so my buddy and I decided to make a trip to the shop, and slide my fresh top end/ no-welded gears transmission'd motor back into my frame and hook up all the little stuff...so when the rest of my parts do come in, we can just slap them on as we go. Took us about 4 hours to take our time and clean small parts and put them back on. Went ahead and did the +4 timing plate mod while we had time to kill. Soaked the clutches and all that jazz. So, we got to a stopping point, and he pulled out his little banshee. 05 model, nothing special. Installed his new T6 pipes, new vf3's and some jets. Then we sat there and played with his carbs for a bit and got it running really ripe. That banshee has NEVER pulled that hard before.
So he's riding around the oilfield lease where he works while I tighten up the clutch springs on my bike. Lot's of gravel, a small patch of dirt, and some muddy grass. He gets out there and let's his nuts hang a bit, stops the bike, drops it to first, revs into the pipe, and let's the clutch rip. Rips around through the gravel, shifts to 2nd, catches the dirt patch, Wham...full out wheel stand, grab bar hits, front end goes back down...all's good. He rides up to me shaking "I'm done for a while, go ride it!" I said "nah, I'm good, just gonna finish messing with this." Then I quickly said "Ok, it's already warmed up, might as well."
I jump on it, grab second get into the pipe and let my nuts hang HARD. I went full retard for a bit. Straightened out the bike, stopped....dropped it to first, eased into the clutch where it started rolling, picked up into 2nd and kept accelerating until I got right under the powerband, then that's when all hell broke loose. In the 2 seconds it took for the powerband to kick in, I went from sitting damn near on the tank with all four wheels on the ground, to the bike on a 90 degree angle at WOT on one wheel. I "attempted" to jump off...terrible fucking idea... I caught my left foot in the most awkward position. My toes went left, my entire foot literally sideways while my knee stayed straight. I didn't hear or feel a pop or a snap of any kind.... just a quick sharp pain, I dropped and rolled on the ground about 10 feet as the banshee(still in 2nd gear) rolled away still running at idle.
That happened saturday at 4pm. Went home, slept on it, woke up and was walking on it with a little discomfort, not enough to bitch about. Went to work with buddy at his oilfield location...kinda limping, not that bad.
Then I get home this afternoon, this shit was throbbing, put some ice on it, felt better. About 10 pm i went outside to the front porch to smoke a cig and decided to try and twist it a little. HOLY F'N SH*T it hurt. Drove myself to the ER,.
Come to find out, I've been walking on a broken ankle all fucking day...I have to go to an orthopedist in the morning, Where I broke the shit may require surgery...Awesome!....
Foot in mouth...