A saturday, west of Tuscon, Az. 1986
Bourbon was the drink of the day. As the day progressed we went up a mountain in a pickup and looked at an old mine. Another guy rode a 3-wheeler up. I was asked if I would like to ride the 3-wheeler back down. Having had a dirt bike I was on it.
3-wheeler's are nothing like a dirt bike, except that, they gain speed real well going down mountains.
I did not make the 1st corner I came to.
My left hand punched a barrel cactus, a 6 ft sauaro, and a choya before the machine and I parted ways. I may not have let go fast enough as my collar bone got broke in two. Then I landed in prickly pear cactus. Pulled out the big thorns that went through the hand right away.
The left hand looked like an old lady's pin cushion. Those little choya thorns were everywhere. Realizing we couldn't get the ones under the fingernails I went to a hospital. And while pulling thorns and drinking more bourbon had seemed like a good idea, it probably wasn't. Because they make you wait an hour or so at the hospital when you smell of alcohol.
I've given up drinking for some reason....
