It's been a long day.
Perfect weather, great people, lots of fun to be had...
Until about 2:30'ish when Carlos decided he'd had enough of a beautiful bike and brand new leathers and gave her some battle scars.
Nobody can give a good account of what happened but somewhere between t11-t12 he evidently tucked the front wheel and lowsided. He took a pretty good hit to the head, bruised up torso with abrasion rash, and tore up the tip of a finger. Onsite medical thought it best to get him to a hospital, county medical chose to lifeflight him to Gainesville. He'll spend tonight in the trauma ward awaiting catscan results but he's fine, fully coherent and lucid. Mom drive up to spend the night with him and I just got home and am heading for a shower and bed.
Just at a real loss to understand what happened. I'd just passed him on the outside with a drive off t11 and there was a waving red by the time I got to start/finish. Traffic was stopped at t9 when I came around and looked around for him in the pack, but he wasn't there. So I took off for t12 to see for myself. It was a definite lowside, the damage tells most of the story, we just don't know why he tucked the front. Guess it doesnt really matter right now.
He'll post up when he gets home and feels up to it. S**t happens, going to need some Ducati parts.
As if that wasn't enough, 40 miles north of Gainesville one of the trailer tires disintegrated and forced a roadside swap (of course the spare was flat too). Thanks to Mike & crew, Brad & crew and everyone else who helped me get packed up. I don't think I was paying very good attention to what I was doing at the moment but your help was/is appreciated. All is well, he'll be fine. Once he's back to 100% his mom will kick his a$$ for the next 6 months and I'll rub his head for good luck.