Putting Kittiminx together This thread is about Kittiminxâ€™s recovery from a parentâ€™s perspective. I donâ€™t ride. I lost a nephew when a car driver took a dislike to his motorcycle. I have witnessed numerous traumatic and fatal interactions between cars and motorcycles at close quarters. For this reason I have never encouraged my three children to ride. But I have also learned to respect another adultâ€™s freedom of choice. When Sophie got her CBR250, I kept my personal fears to myself and gave her every support to follow her dreams. I have no regrets. I will attempt to relate Sophieâ€™s daily progress in a manner that hopefully will help other parents striving to support their â€œpreciousâ€ after an â€œoffâ€; and inspire riders who have checked into rehab for repairs, maximise their healing potential. It is also my way of letting the Netrider community know how much you have helped with the task of putting Kittiminx back together. Having an â€œoffâ€™ is like dropping a pebble into a pond. The ripples spread and touch many points, creating disturbances and eddies. Everyone touched is affected, our personal volition determines the outcome, for better or worse. The Day 0 account is the worst, I promise you it will get lighter. Day 0 At around 2 oâ€™clock, on a sunny Good Friday afternoon, April 6, 2007, a broken Kittiminx lay in a bush on the Black Spur. Two days earlier, we were having lunch together at a South Melbourne cafÃ©. We had just come from the jeweller, Sophie was looking at designs for her wedding ring, the registry office had been booked for 7/7/07. Over lunch, Sophie told me she was excited about her upcoming Mentor ride on Friday. She was two weeks over her learners. Sophie loved the feeling of freedom when she was riding. A couple of weeks earlier she was proudly showing off her new leather jacket, gloves and boots. We previously had conversations about the problems she was having with braking and cornering. Sophie is an avid internet user, and soon found the Netrider forums. She felt at home and amongst friends. After a few posts, she joined Netrider and organised a day on the Spur to improve her turning skills, something she hadnâ€™t mastered at the rider training course she attended, by low speed weaving around witches hats in a parking lot. Friday morning, Kittiminx met up with Raven and Pinkxie at the arranged meeting place at Box Hill and rode to Healsville, where they stopped for an hour to discuss her riding abilities over coffee. Raven had observed Kittiminxâ€™s riding style, and was confident that she had a careful attitude towards riding and a good level head on her shoulders. He wasnâ€™t going to take her on if she showed any signs of being a â€œblokeâ€™ young hoon. With Pinkxie in lead and Raven trailing, they completed five laps of the lower section of the spur, negotiating the corners at 60 to 70 kph, well within Kittiminxâ€™s comfort zone. She was working on looking through the corners, body position, holding good lines. They had stopped for a rest, at the half way car park. According to Raven, she hadnâ€™t put a foot wrong all day. In between each lap, they had stopped and analysed the lessons being learnt. Another Netrider, Chef, had spotted them and stopped for a chat. Altogether, it was a 40-minute break. Chef decided to head home. Pinkxie was having trouble with sore eyes and needed more time for the drops to work, Kittiminx however was rested, and eager to practice the techniques she had learnt, on her own. Chef told her he would wait for her at the bottom of the Spur, to let her know she was being looked out for. Sophie was going to ride her own ride at her own pace. Kittiminx never made it past Ambulance Corner. Recker saw Sophie go down, he turned around to make sure she was ok. As soon as the ambulance was called, he went looking for Chef who was waiting at the bottom of the Spur. Chef, after making sure Sophie was being taken care of, returned to find Raven and Pinkxie who were anxiously getting ready to go looking for Sophie. It was around 4 oâ€™clock when Kittiminxâ€™s partner rang me with the news that Sophie was being airlifted to The Alfred. The police had found Sophieâ€™s mobile, which somehow survived the crash. Pinkxie remembered Sophie mentioning her partner, Dave, Raven found his name in her phone. He then raced in to Healesville, where he could get reception and called David. Without Raven's clear presence of mind, we would not have been able to be in position to provide Sophie support in those early critical hours. Lesson #1, carry a card with names and numbers of people who should be contacted, in case you have an off and are in no state to deal with it yourself. By the time Karolyn and myself arrived at The Alfred, Sophie was already being treated in the emergency department. Four hours is a long time to be sitting in the waiting room, not knowing the extent of her injuries, surrounded by distraught strangers, each with their own personal anxieties. Our own party had grown, Karolyn and myself, Dave and his parents, his close friend and his wife. It was a long wait. Her partner, Dave was in a mixed emotional state, of anxiety and anger. Raven wanted to deliver Sophieâ€™s personal belongings from the accident scene. Daveâ€™s friend told him he could drop the stuff at his place, since it would be better if Dave didnâ€™t meet with any Netriders. A triage nurse invited us to wait in a private lounge, adjacent to the public area while we waited for news. Finally, around 8 oâ€™clock, her partner and I were allowed to see Kittiminx. The attending trauma doctor first told me that although Sophie was conscious, she wouldnâ€™t be able to remember anything of the accident as she had been put in an induced coma while they assessed her injuries. It was a tremendous relief to find Sophie with her eyes open and able to speak. I was very relieved to see my fragile and pale daughter, lying under a blood soaked sheet, swathed in dressings, but determined to live. Her first words to me were â€œsorry dadâ€ I was able to see the extent of her horrific injuries from the initial x-rays on the monitor. Kittiminx was connected to a mess of tubes and wires, broken, battered and bruised, but alive. The emergency team were reassuring as they calmly attended to their patient. They gave me a detailed description of Sophieâ€™s injuries. It may sound strange, but it was a huge comfort knowing the extent of the damage, I could deal with that. It is the fear of the unknown that is the worst. More than 2 anxious visitors in the emergency bay is about the limit, so I collected the black plastic bag containing her boot, helmet and sliced jacket and fetched Karolyn, and Daveâ€™s mum, dad and pointed them in the direction of Kittiminxâ€™s cubicle. It was to be a long night in theatre, lasting from 10:00 pm till 6:15 the following morning.