So, I'm sure you've been wondering, what near fatal accident or when are we going to hear what happened that lead to this picture...
WELL. Here's the short version.... While on a UVM training ride over the 6 big gaps over Vermont, while passing through the flats along route 15 between Roxbury and Randolph, a rather large rock came from under a riders wheel. Said rock managed to throw my front wheel juuuuuuuust right, so that I went careening towards the guard rail. Oh, and did I mention that said guard rail was a bridge? In case I failed to mention this, said guard rail was a bridge. With the sudden impact of the rail, I skidded along the rail o so briefly while still traveling at 25mph until the sectioning of the rail caught my seattube and launched me over.
|Bumpy wrist two months|
after the accident.
|Small scar from road rash|
two months after the crash.
|Bumpy not broken wrist|
within an hour of the crash
Being extremely aware of my impending doom, I was able to spot the concrete abutment and know I would need to grab onto whatever I could as to not plummet to my death on the granite face below. From previous experience in falling (TKD), I tucked my head, rolled and grabbed onto whatever I could to stop myself.
My injuries were majorly minor. I managed to get away with a somewhat (and still concerning-ly swollen) left wrist (doctors say not broken....) and major road rash and bruising along my right leg.
I still have yet to get my groove back. Racing hasn't been the same.... not just the lack of desire to travel by my self, but the fear of crashing is a larger reality than it was in the past. For the time being, until I regain my nerve 100%, I have been able to enjoy some fantastic company riding that I otherwise would not have. Found in recreational riders, and the fabled and "dangerous" triathlete who is said to never be trusted on a bike. Much to my surprise, they make fantastic riding buddies, no matter how strange their attire may be.... with those helmets... and goon scooters.
I haven't done any racing since I crashed. Nothing beyond local racing where my showing has been the definition of pitiful. Where my fitness is better than it ever has been and many months before being peaked, my nerve has not returned since crashing. Riding so close at high speed near so many people who have competition in their heads is not allowing me to control my muscles in the way they need to be controlled in order to perform.
In Other News
I have enjoyed some great riding... rather than write about it, here are a bunch of photos and the places they were taken. Included are also maps of late glorious rides in Vermont.
Until next time...
Arc hard, ride fast, go plaid!