Monday, February 22, 2010

The Down Side of Dumont Dunes...

You may have met Jason previously...you may even have met his "chicken legs"...
the skinniest part of those legs previously known as skinny are the ankles.
The following may be disturbing to some viewers. These are live pictures. While no Chickens were harmed in the making of these pictures, so chicken legs may have been...
Some have blamed the years that have passed in our "young" lives. Some have blamed me (Jas has decided that it is easier on everyone involved if my "grace" does not result in the most flamboyant injury and therefore the most "pain" for all involved...I say, I am not a whiner and I have just learned through my many years of being graceful, how to fall, wreck, stumble and crash and not get hurt...I have gotten more flexible...he would disagree). Some may even believe this new myth that Jas is just accident prone. I believe that this just may be the lengths to which Jason will go to avoid riding bicycles with me (you see, he wants to gain weight, not lose it and if he rides his bike he gets leaner, not heavier...while I, my friends, am just the opposite...I must ride to get leaner, if I do nothing I have absolutely no problem gaining weight!)
Behold- Jason's newest excuse not to ride bikes with me--

These are Jason's "CHICKEN LEGS" (pay no attention to the ice pack that doubles as frozen spinach, nor the ratty blanket that Herc has taken over)...
This is Jason's "skinny" ankle, on frozen spinach, but also Jason's ankle after having been run over by a crazy 4 wheeler driver...a driver named Jasonson....
He was riding along, leisurely minding his own business, in 5th gear wide open across the flats at Dumont, on Mr. Smith's 450 (which performs like magic), Minding his own business, when out of nowhere a 2 ft berm jumped out of nowhere.
Thank the dune lords Jason is strong and knows how to ride and got lucky. Otherwise he may have ended up like the guy who was waiting on the coroner when we got to the dunes, under a blanket, dead. Or the other guy off to the ER with his foot barely attached and a second "mouth" across his neck after casing the "double" that looked like 2 dunes 140 ft apart to many spectators. No Jason rode it out. He did a hand stand on the bike, thought he had landed it, right up until his right foot missed the peg and went under the back tire at 60 mph.
This is Jason's foot on after being run over (by himself).

He really likes the swelling in the calf. Makes him feel buffed. Except for the part where he can't walk and it hurts really bad, and he is supposed to stay off it, elevate it, and ice it for at least 10 days and if it isn't better then...well then he probably tore some thing I can't spell, that holds your ankle to your knee, through your shin bones...and takes forever to heal. He seems to specialize in this taking forever to heal thing...first the swollen bone marrow in the wrist, now the unpronounceable, and unspellable injury to the leg. He is supposed to wear the moon boot thing (notice it is missing in these pictures, it makes it hard to stand up for long periods and hard to walk and he says doesn't feel that good).
I swear, he is not accident prone, he is not too old to play this hard, he is simply trying to avoid getting skinnier by riding his bike with his voluptuous wife. You are off the hook Jas. Buck up little camper, this is gonna hurt a little! Love you baby. Call me on the cell phone when you need something, I am on the net...

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