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| Badly Wound |
| 04.23.07 (11:44 pm) [edit] |
| Wow.. badly wounded hah It happened on Saturday April 21. I rode my MTB to sentul started at 5.30 Then I arrived at 6.45 although my body was not really in good condition due to cold and a little cough but I made it to Sentul. Then we took some photographs along with buddies, like buca, gil and wai. The clock showed 7.15 when we started to move our bikes to nearest pick up mobile station. First attemp the owner of the pick up was asking 100 thousand to lift us to bj koneng. And the price was steady at that level, won't go down! So then we move to next pick up. Although the car was old but the machine is still good. At last the negotition went fine, we've got a deal. Only 50 bucks to lift 4 of us to Bj Koneng. After arriving at Bj Koneng, I still have time for one big glass of tea. Then several minutes later the journey begun. We have so much fun, just less than 1 km photographs ware taken again and again. This time only buca and gil were in scene.Good background view, Salak mountain was so nice far behind Continued again to ride the bike thru usual track again, I still could maintained my pace, although I was not in top condition. Reaching at top view, we took a rest for while. Then the track changed from uphill to down hill. Does't take long, the disaster came. All of suddend my bike moved to the right, the steer turned 180 degree and locked up my position. My body flew to the right but before that my leg hit the front shocks leave a 7 cm brushed. Then it's bleeding. Very bad. Still lay down on the yard, I shouted for help... but friends already left me far. I get up and walk a bit till I got good view. Then rest again, while waiting for help, I couldn't think how to stop the bleeding. It just so bad that I can't stand to see my own blood. Finally Wai came, he also surprised when he saw my wound. Thanks God I brought buca's jersey, so I use it to stop the bleed by wrap it around my leg. Then I rode the bike again, this time with pain on my knee. Arrived at Ciawi, I look forward the cartered mobile to bring me to the clinic nearby home. My buddies lend me some money to pay the cartered minibus, only 100 thousand from Ciawi to Pomad. The guy is nice, he helped me bring down the bike, meanwhile I had to the doctor right a way. Doctor Lilis, was also nice, she sew my knee carefully. Although before she begun sewing, she shot the knee with local "bius" but it only help a bit. The sewed was painfull. 5 minutes later my wife and doughter came, later they were involved with doctor. Clock was showed 11.00 when all the sewing finished. I lay down on the bad. Resting... wondering why it happened... |