One Day We Dance, the Next, we Need an Ambulance.

Moto X varies greatly, as I am sure, if anyone has read my previous Moto X posts, people have come to realise.

Here is an example:

Saturday 11th April - the Moto X Scottish Enduro Championships. A very big competition, and as quiet as a morning in bed (obviously apart from the background soundtrack of motorbike engines).
I think the only thing we dealt with casualty-wise was a suspected broken toe, which ended up being diagnosed as dislocated.
So what did Judith, Caitlind, Christine and my good self do all day?
We played music through the stereo of Red Echo 2, which has a rather impressive bass boost system. People enjoyed it so much we came to be known as the day's entertainment. In fact, we may have had to turn the volume up slightly on one or two occassions, such was the need for our music factor.
Of course, such awesome pop-tacular music tracks just invited folk to come up and dance, and this is exactly what Christine and I decided to do. And Caitlind, when Christine finally managed to wrestle her to the make-shift dance floor.
We danced the day's dullness away, oh yaas!

But on the other end of the scale...

Sunday 19th April - the second championship races on that boiling hot day brought a broken finger, a bashed hand, a suspected spinal and sore head, and a crushed foot. Of course, the most severe case was the suspected spinal - a younger lad who was clearly frightened and in a lot of pain. So we applied a collar, slid him onto a spinal board, strapped him in, and I dialled for an ambulance. Again.
The paramedic team were great; they were with us in no time and had whisked the boy away to hospital almost as soon as they had arrived. Plus they were really kindly with the lad, who by now must have been pretty worried what with all the precautionary straps and restraints on
him.
And in between all the casualty drama, the Boss popped by to say hello, riding in style on his own amazing Dragstar motorbike which put all the other muddy dirtbikes to shame.

I think the most complex part of that day however, was trying to get our bloody spinal board back from the Ambo crew who took it.
Amy and me walked into A&E and spoke with the very nice receptionist who had only just come on shift, and clearly had no clue what was happening just yet. We told her about the incident, and about the ambo crew consequently stealing our board. She went to have a look - no where.
"Go ask the paramedic crew at the ambulance base."
So we went, with Yvonne following us in RE2. We rang the door bell, and after a while one of the crew members who had attended our call, answered the door.
"We don't have it here, it'll be up at A&E."
"We've tried that, but no joy."
"Well, go and pester the receptionist again."
*big sigh*
Amy and me returned to A&E and as we walked in, the side doors suddenly opened. There, at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall and minding its own business, was our spinal board, complete with collar.
"Should we ask if we can take it?" Amy queried, looking nervously down the corridor.
I thought for a moment, but then the notion took hold.
"Nah, let's just grab it."
So we nipped down the corridor, checked the board for our logo - which it had - then swiped it and escaped out of A&E without another word.
Jeeso, usually you just nip in and grab it from reception, but clearly Amy and me have that not-so-simple effect, hehe.

Anyhoo, now you see the sheer difference between moto x events. That's why we love 'em so.