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I'll try to keep this short. I went down in T3 Thursday aftrenoon because of some freshly deposited oil from a vintage bike. That by itself wasn't so bad. Some fellow on a motard came in after me and lost it too. In the process he hit me. I'm not sure how, as I think I lost consciousness briefly. It rang my bell pretty good. From what I heard from my friends, he was really upset that he clocked me. Well, if any of you were there, and know this fellow, let him know I'm fine. A couple of broken ribs, some road rash, maybe a fracture in my scapula that they missed in the ER{I can feel a clicking, and it HURTS}. As there wasn't a full compliment of corner workers, typical of an open practice Thursday, we didn't have any warning. Oh well, poop happens.
No hard feelings on him at all. He was caught out just like I was. I'm glad he wasn't hurt too.