troutsqueezer
Veteran Member
So I took the Yamaha Kodiak down to the mailbox a few days ago. The usual two mile trip down a gravel road, very scenic with lots of side roads that lead to nowhere. Grabbed the mail and headed back to the homestead. I was feelin' pretty good this day and decided to take the ATV up one of the driveways that had been abandoned years ago just to see what was up there.
It surprised me how twisty the road was and also how pretty the trees were. Unfortunately, one of those trees had fallen across the road. I pulled the Kodiak off the driveway and went around the tree. As I came back to the road, I did not notice how steep the ditch was alongside it, as it was overgrown with weeds. After 30 years of driving ATV's, I should have been more conscious of what I was doing but silly me, I plowed ahead and soon found the Yamaha leaning so much I fell off and landed on my stomach. Next thing I know, the darn thing is rolling over the top of me. 560 lbs worth.
It rolled just once and landed on all fours. Not even a scratch, and still running, waiting for me to jump back on as if it were my trusty steed. I, on the other hand, did not get back up so easily. I sat up to assess the damage. Two badly-skinned knees and pain in the chest. I sat there for awhile, feeling my ribs to see if any were broken. While it hurt to breath, I figured I wasn't going to die immediately so I limped over to the ATV and climbed aboard. It occurred to me that this was all gonna hurt more before it hurt less.
This is when I started to think about how I was going to explain this to my wife. She would be mad that 1) I didn't bring my cell phone with me, like she tells me to do all the time. 2) That I took a side road without telling her my intentions 3) That I did this right after starting some new pills that could affect one's judgement.
I parked the ATV and headed to my man cave in the shed where I dressed the wounds and sat back in my office chair for awhile. I thought about how easily it could have been a much worse situation out there as no one knew I had gone up that road.
To make a long story longer; I went into the house as though nothing had happened. I hid the wounds for a few days and tried not to groan too much whenever I moved my upper body. Eventually she noticed the scrapes and I brushed them off as something I did out in my garden. I didn't need a lecture from her. I already knew I dodged a bullet. Good thing she doesn't read this forum.
It surprised me how twisty the road was and also how pretty the trees were. Unfortunately, one of those trees had fallen across the road. I pulled the Kodiak off the driveway and went around the tree. As I came back to the road, I did not notice how steep the ditch was alongside it, as it was overgrown with weeds. After 30 years of driving ATV's, I should have been more conscious of what I was doing but silly me, I plowed ahead and soon found the Yamaha leaning so much I fell off and landed on my stomach. Next thing I know, the darn thing is rolling over the top of me. 560 lbs worth.
It rolled just once and landed on all fours. Not even a scratch, and still running, waiting for me to jump back on as if it were my trusty steed. I, on the other hand, did not get back up so easily. I sat up to assess the damage. Two badly-skinned knees and pain in the chest. I sat there for awhile, feeling my ribs to see if any were broken. While it hurt to breath, I figured I wasn't going to die immediately so I limped over to the ATV and climbed aboard. It occurred to me that this was all gonna hurt more before it hurt less.
This is when I started to think about how I was going to explain this to my wife. She would be mad that 1) I didn't bring my cell phone with me, like she tells me to do all the time. 2) That I took a side road without telling her my intentions 3) That I did this right after starting some new pills that could affect one's judgement.
I parked the ATV and headed to my man cave in the shed where I dressed the wounds and sat back in my office chair for awhile. I thought about how easily it could have been a much worse situation out there as no one knew I had gone up that road.
To make a long story longer; I went into the house as though nothing had happened. I hid the wounds for a few days and tried not to groan too much whenever I moved my upper body. Eventually she noticed the scrapes and I brushed them off as something I did out in my garden. I didn't need a lecture from her. I already knew I dodged a bullet. Good thing she doesn't read this forum.
