I took my first fall of the year today. I have minor falls and dabs all the time. But this is the kind that registers as a "wreck," where it hurts.
A couple days ago on Pat's blog, I was carrying on about how I've not fallen this winter. I'm not superstitious at all, but if I were, I might attribute today's wreck to the boastful comments I left for Pat.
As I told Liza, it was a freak accident that could've happened to anyone. I was riding the still-frozen Highdrive trails. Going down some single track -- a tad faster than maybe was prudent, since I was on a bike with slicks -- and misjudged some off-camber ice patches. It was an over-the-bars-affair.
When I was younger, the thoughts that would go through my mind just as I came to a landing in this situation were something like: "crap, I hope I don't have to walk home now..." Now, as I get older, my thought today was, "crap, I hope I can still walk..."
Good news: the frame and wheels are ok. The only issue was a tweaked brake lever, which I straightened and tightened down when I got home.
Not as good: my left ankle has a small gouge that doesn't do the pain any kind of justice, nor does it encourage sympathy from Liza. And my knee is hurting more as the day wears on. Really.
3 comments:
You're in world-class company, John. But only Phil Liggett can really do this justice, so let's get his comments:
"Landis, Freire, Leipheimer, Mancebo . . . and now Speare . . . it's as though someone dropped a bomb in the field."
Glad you came out relatively unscathed John. In my two falls of significance in the last year I managed to tweak my ribs both times and had to live with minor, but annoyingly persistent pain when breathing deeply for several weeks.
Ouch! Heal up soon John!
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