And then rode it home!
Was blissfully riding along, taking photos of the flood carnage, enjoying being back on dirt for the first time since September.
And then I made a new friend. I doubt he'll remember me though, I found him under this.
I don't ride with my glasses on, I picked it early as an overturned quad bike, but it took me a bit to realise there was a bloke slumped next to it. He was sitting up, conscious, facing away from me so I said G'day as I pulled up and it became very clear he was not well. Kept chatting to him, assuring him we'd get some help while I took my gear off and assessed the situation. I could see his foot appeared trapped, and his leg was on a weird angle. Asked his name, and if he knew how he'd managed to get in this situation. He knew his name but had no idea how he came off, and he was already a paraplegic. If I could help right his bike he'd be fine. Hmmmm, we might just get some help first my new friend. I could see a scrape and bruising on his head, so I asked if he was hurting anywhere else, and how much feeling he actually had. Nope, and nothing below the chest. OK then. That explained why his foot was stuck in an occy strap on the foot plate. He then told me for the first time he is a paraplegic.
OK, ambulance time.
I think I shocked the 000 girl with how well I was handling what was going on. What condition is Old Mate in? Sitting up, talking, but clearly not with it. Is he bleeding? No, but he has a few scrapes, and a big bruise on his head. She asked where we were. Um, I can't say exactly, but I can give you GPS coordinates. "Perfect! It's showing the closest road access is X." Yes, technically, but that's the wrong side of the river. In the few minutes we were speaking she felt confident enough to end the call with the instruction to call immediately if his condition worsened. When the call ended he thanked me for helping. And told me, for the first time, he was already a paraplegic. He said if I could help him put the bike back on its wheels he'd be fine. Mmmmm, don't think so, I'm a bit worried about your head, I'll get you some help.
Which brought the next challenge, talking them in to where we were. Bikes don't need to follow the road to get to that position so when the police officer rang to ask if they could get their BMW wagon in I really couldn't tell them. Then the 000 call centre rang asking how to get in. Which prompted him to tell me, for the first time, he was a paraplegic. I'd messaged Mrs George to say I'd be late home, so Mrs George rang. He then told me, for the first time, he was a paraplegic. But by absolute luck another bloke on an MTB appeared on front of me so I asked him to go collect them. By the time MTB bloke made it to the cops, Mrs George had found them too, and the ambulance was waiting. He led them all back to us and the Ambos took it from there.
By the time we left the whole cavalry had arrived.