So here is a first-hand account of what went down from Darrel Wells (of AZBeemers), whom was leading Don's ride:
I think this is a Ride Report in a way.
This is my recollection of the events and if there are some inaccuracies or exaggerations that is to be expected from me.
We headed out on Castle Hot Springs with myself in the lead and RussL trailing me and Don covering the rear.
The first 8 or 9 miles is pretty easy riding but there was enough dust we stretched out to avoid it. I am a big believer in keeping visual contact of the person following in my mirrors as was RussL. We slowed or stopped a couple of times to regroup or take a pic and then continue.
The well maintained part of the road was now behind us and it got a bit more primitive for an unskilled dirt donk like me. I stopped when I saw RussL was not behind me and waited for a couple of minutes and still nobody. Turned around and thought I saw RussL also going back but he was well ahead of me.
When I caught up I saw RussL's bike parked at the side of the road on the outside of a curve. As my view through the curve opened up I could see Don standing near his bike and it was laying on the ground.
I parked and asked how he was doing and told me his arm was broken. I could also see his right pants knee was torn and he was leaking blood like an old Harley Davidson does oil. It was soon clear that Don had not been standing idly around waiting for RussL and me to come and help, nope, he had made a plan to get out of this mess and here is the plan.
Don says, "RussL your going to strap my tank bag and gear on your bike and Darrel, I'm going to ride on the back of your GS back to Hwy 74."
At that point RussL and I both suspect he is in a bit of a state of shock and we explain that ain't gonna happen. There is no cell service where we were so I head off to one of the houses we passed looking for a phone. I make contact with a local that climbs up one of the nearby hills and calls for an EMT unit while I get back to Don and RussL.
When I arrive there is a couple in a Jeep and the husband and RussL have put a towel on the knee wound and made a tourniquet. Don has been leaning again a bank along the road and is now getting light headed so we get him to lay down with his feet uphill and put something under his head.
RussL goes to work again on the knee but instead of a tourniquet he applies direct pressure by using duct tape to hold the "bandage" in place. The EMT unit shows and the first guy out of the back is a fireman wearing his fireman pants, (do those guys ever take them off?)
The trained folks get right to it checking vitals, fresh "real" bandage, shot of morphine, etc. They then needed to get to the arm that was broken but Don still had his jacket on, so they asked if they could cut it off, "I prefer you don't" he said. So they sat him up and got the jacket off and with hardly a grunt Don was laid back down. (I have had a broken collar bone and shoulder blade at the same time and pain like that will make you speak in tongues, but Don is one tough hombre and I tip my hat to him.)
Somewhere along the line a Dustoff was called in to get Don quickly to the hospital in case there was internal bleeding or damage. When informed he would be flown out, Don's reply was, "I'm not getting on any Huey with a da*n Army pilot flying.!" Hmm. This from a guy with 6 years in the Army, might be the morphine talking. But after a bit of back and forth someone said it was an ex-Marine pilot and all was good.
The pilot put that bird down in a tight little area of the road and while getting him on a gurney to get to the helo Don told the crew he lives in Chandler and would like to go there. Apparently he thought this was a taxi service.
The crew loaded him up and off they went. I rode Don's bike to a safe place and afterward RussL and I took off to the hospital. He was still in the Emergency area and knowing they don't like visitors I told the nurse I was his brother and she walked RussL and me back to see Don. We found him still clutching his tankbag that we gave him prior to his flight out. We got his phone out so he could make a couple of calls to notify Donna and after there was nothing else for us to do we left.
And that is the end.