I swear, the only time I can get on here uninterrupted is when I lock myself in the bathroom.
So I think the following week is when I made reservations in east side of the U.P. of Michigan. I had a poker run planned with a bunch of guys I met thru a t snowmobile group I’m on. I’ve missed other events so I made it a point to not miss this one. It’s a 5-1/2 hr ride to northern wisconsin and then another 4-1/2 from there to Newberry MI. Only 7 hrs straight shot from home but I had to pick up my trailer and gear and then didn’t want to drag it all the way back home so did the same thing on the return trip. Thankfully my brother decided to make the run with me so I wasn’t driving solo. And I needed him on the way home.
Driving past Lake Michigan on the way up you can still see the water out there. The waves were crashing pretty hard that day.
Finally made our destination.
This was the group of guys we ran with during the poker run. There was about 650 people that showed up for it.
So the day of the poker run we were lining up getting ready to take off for the day and there were a few of us that had to turn around. I decided in all my wisdom to shoot down the road and spin the back end around. About 40mph turned hard left and gunned it. The back end started coming around and at about half way it caught traction and ejected me off the sled. Sled landed on its side, I flew about 20 feet away and landed on my right side and slid for about 10 feet. I couldn’t breathe for a few minutes. Had the worst charlie horse I’ve ever experienced and could barely walk and couldn’t catch my breath. Managed to flip my sled back over and my brother, Jay and Scotty came flying up asking if I was ok. About that time I noticed the drone flying above taking video and thought, oh great, that’s the icing on the cake.
Figured I’ve got at least some fractured ribs if not broken but there’s no way I’m not going on this run. I literally had to hold my breath while pulling my gloves on. I was hurt bad. This run started at 8:30am and we didn’t get to the final stop until 8pm. With all the sleds out on the trails they were getting beat up. We are riding 50mph down the trails hitting some 2 foot moguls and I’m crying in my helmet but I’m not giving up. We rode up to Lake Superior in Grand Maria and then back around. When we hit the last, I looked at the guys and told them if I get off this sled, I’m not getting back on. So I headed back to the hotel and laid there waiting for death.
There was no way I would have been able to drive home. Thankfully my brother was there and I had him to drive for me. I was hurting for 5 weeks after this. I never peed blood or coughed it up so I figured my ribs didn’t pierce anything. And when I talked to a doctor I was told they wouldn’t do anything for me besides wrap me up so I never went in. I still can’t sleep on my right side to this day.
On the way home that same part of Lake Michigan was frozen over and there were ice fishing shacks and vehicles out there in just 2 days time. I thought that was crazy but it was bitter cold that weekend.