\u201cI\u2019ve had a long career of pushing my limits and the sport\u2019s, doing ridiculous things on a bike. There have been quite a few scares along the way, but the big high-pressure moments are usually mitigated by preparation and focus. It\u2019s the times when you don\u2019t expect it that things can go sideways!<\/p>\n

\u201cBack in 2013, Red Bull Rampage was on the horizon. It was cold and windy, but there are no days off when preparing for the biggest event of the year. Paul Basagoitia, another friend and I had driven out to a downhill track I used to ride in the Pine Nut Mountains, south of Carson City in Nevada. The wind was picking up like crazy, but I\u2019d ridden this trail many times and the biggest drop was only head high, so I wasn\u2019t too worried.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I hit the drop, though, my wheels caught a 40mph gust like sails. It threw my balance completely off and, although I managed to land on my wheels, I was facing the wrong direction. Instead of leaning into the berm going left, I was spat off the trail to the right, into a steep rocky hillside. I was trying to slow down from the second I hit the ground, but I lost the front end and crashed towards a burned tree, which happened to have a thick branch aimed at my femoral artery.<\/p>\n

The others showed up, baffled as to why I had my pants down. I\u2019ll never forget the look of helplessness on their faces when I showed them <\/blockquote> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n<\/div>
\u201cBefore I was done rolling, I knew something was wrong. I ripped my shorts off and instantly felt like death. Sick to my stomach, I stood up to see a lump the size of a B-cup boob where there should\u2019ve been a crease between my leg and pelvis. There was no blood, but I was dying and I knew it. The others showed up, baffled as to why I had my pants down. I\u2019ll never forget the look of helplessness on their faces when I showed them. I told them we had to bail immediately and, as we rode down the fireroad, I felt an enormous amount of blood building in my thigh and groin. Weirdly, I started to feel at ease.<\/p>\n
\u201cTurns out, I\u2019d clipped my femoral artery and the blood had flooded into my groin. When there was too much pressure in the cavity, the artery stabilised and stopped spraying. I\u2019m extremely thankful to have been wearing the old Troy Lee Designs Moto shorts, because their thick canvas saved me. Had there been an open wound, the blood wouldn\u2019t have created the pressure and it wouldn\u2019t have stopped. It\u2019s likely I\u2019d have bled-out on the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cTen days later, I was in hospital to get it drained, and the doctor told me it was infected and needed to be cut open like a taco so it could heal. In the end I had to go without treatment, as I had one day until the Rampage finals and still hadn\u2019t practised. That year I flipped the Oakley Icon Sender in front of my pregnant wife, taking the best trick and third place overall with half a run. It was a huge win for me!\u201d<\/p>\n
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