How can something I love so much hurt so much?
Wayne Rainey
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What is beyond of?
In those two months he spent in a coma, Kenny Noyes (43) saw something, that's what he tells me himself while we drink a Coca-Cola Zero at the foot of his house, in Plaza Europa de l'Hospitalet.
He tells me about a ship whose profile was silhouetted in the form of a woman, and whose voices called him, as the sirens called Sinbad, the sailor.
"And he woke up screaming again," Iana, Kenny Noyes's wife, tells me. And he said that some giants were pulling him to drag him with them to some dark place.
Noyes looks at me with his very large, very clear eyes and nods, although he doesn't quite remember the latter. In part, there is a fade to black.
-The passage of the giants that pulled me does not appear in the book -he tells me.
And he points to his autobiography, the copy that is resting on the table, among the Coca-Colas: Superbike Challenges, Moto2
(The book is for sale in bookstores and online, and also through the website www.kennynoyes.com)
(...)
Kenny Noyes wants to talk fast, and sometimes his voice cracks, and then his wife, Iana, says:
-Slower, speak more slowly.
Kenny Noyes is silent and laughs and takes a breath and rests his speech and now everything he says is understood.
"Seeing how much you've improved in recent weeks, I'm amazed," says Fermín Villar, a close friend of Noyes, the man who had brought the couple together years ago and who had written to me a few months ago to tell me:
“You have to know this story, the story of Kenny Noyes's accident and his two months in a coma.
Well, there goes the story.
In his day, Kenny Noyes had been a motorcyclist, Dirt track specialist, Spanish Superbike champion and a magnificent Moto2 specialist.
It had been like this until 2015, the year of the accident at the MotorLand circuit, in Alcañiz.
In the warm-up, Noyes gets on the track and rolls fast and another driver comes out of the pits and cuts him off and Noyes crashes. He goes flying off the bike and both bike and rider slide on the asphalt, hitting the tires and the bike bounces and a wheel hits Noyes's helmet and head.
Fade to black.
Severe head trauma. Glasgow State 3, which is the threshold of death.
I thought I was awake, but I was really dreaming. Describing it is somewhat complicated, but I think it's good to get it out. Also, writing was never bad for me. Think that I am the son of a journalist father.
(Dennis Noyes, his father, has written thousands of pieces for multiple media, including the famous SoloMoto)
-And now?
-Doctors give you encouragement, but they must also be realistic. At first, they didn't think I would get to where I am today. I thought I was in a vegetative state. I had a hard time swallowing. Swallowing and chewing was very hard. How much salmon tartar have I gobbled up! And my hands were shaking a lot. And he didn't take a step. And now.
He shows me the walker, faster and more efficient now because he has changed the wheels. Both have become intimate. Nothing remains of the prostrate Noyes. He now walks six kilometers a day, from here to there. He collects the data on the watch, uploads it to MapMyRide, shares it with friends.
–Sometimes I get to 140 beats per minute! And sometimes I have walked up the 19 floors to my apartment, she says.
How long did the promotion take?
-A long hour. But I have time, you know? And that's why I write, because I have time and because the exercise of writing has helped me remember what happened. I am now able to use multiple fingers when typing. She had lost everything. It certainly could have been worse.
Upon awakening from his coma, Kenny Noyes had become a child with no codes, no speech and no memory.
Now, the child has it at home. Karter, the son of Iana and Kenny, was born on July 5, just seven years after his father's accident.
- Fate, right? –Iana laughs, while she raises an eyebrow.
