As most of those who know me can attest, I’m a bit of a weirdo.
I’m a vegan, motorcycle ridin, animal lovin, nut that will do anything and everything to help the ones I hold dear. My passion lies in paying it forward and treating all creatures the way I would like to be treated.
During a film trip from Southern California and ending in Portland, Oregon with some of my best friends, I took a nasty spill on a dirt bike after misjudging a corner in the beautiful hills above Hollister, California.
Underneath the grass that I flung my body upon at 40+ mph was an old woodpile and these hidden gyms caused me multiple fractures in my left pelvic bone, left clavicle, left hand, a ruptured left kidney, and a torn ureter (the duct that passes between the kidney and bladder).
As a result of my crash I was airlifted to a hospital in Salinas, California. I detested the airlift but the EMTs were convinced I had a spinal injury as well so up, up, and away I went.
After 4 days in the ICU, one kidney stint operation, NO spinal or neck injuries, a lot of IV fluids, and a few inmate roommates chained to their beds, not to mention being 700 miles from my best furry friend and child, I decided it was time to leave and reunite with my friends in Portland and finish what I started. I sucked it up and put on a brave face, walked laps in pain around my floor, practiced balancing, climbing stairs, and got discharged Friday afternoon, a full 4 days after I was told by several doctors that if my bones weren’t freakishly dense I probably wouldn’t have made it.
Once I was wheeled out to the parking lot and a lot of swearing while trying to get in my van, a pit stop at a pharmacy, a lot of mental battling over how stupid I am, and a fresh pain and antibiotics prescription I hit the road. With a full tank of diesel, a 700 mile drive, and being hellbent on finishing I wasn’t about to let anything stop me.. not now, not after this far. And especially not even peeing blood and chunks of kidney flesh every 20 minutes. So 14hrs of driving, 2.5 hrs of sleep, 65 gallons of diesel, a few passes blood clots, and 1 liter of coffee later, I rolled up to the One Motorcyle Show. I finally made it! I have an amazing group of friends that took care of my dog, checked in on me daily, and are some of the best people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for them!
The reason why I’m creating a gofundme is because the show is over and the medical bills have arrived. I lost out on over a solid month of work thanks to a weasel of of an ex friend that I had booked and now I’m currently stuck in Portland with not enough funds to return to Southern California to sell my other vehicles and belongings to cover the medical expenses and simple necessities to survive while I recover.
On a side note, normally I am the last person to ask for help but I rolled a lot of dice just before this trip and spent a lot of my savings on a 4x4 ambulance conversion that I’ve been building for the last 3 months. This 4x4 tiny home is so I can finally fulfill a dream of creating a book to raise pet travel and adoption awareness.
Any and all donations will be greatly appreciated and will aid in my recovery.
- Greg and Kate Schlentz
- Robert Phillips
- Keith & Trieste Culver
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