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Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Here is the photo proof of my nice little accident. Pictures certainly don't do justice on just how bad my right wrist hurts. I think tomorrow I might go to the hospital and have it looked at.

Here is the photo proof of my nice little accident. Pictures certainly don't do justice on just how bad my right wrist hurts. I think tomorrow I might go to the hospital and have it looked at.

Here is the photo proof of my nice little accident. Pictures certainly don't do justice on just how bad my right wrist hurts. I think tomorrow I might go to the hospital and have it looked at.

Here is the photo proof of my nice little accident. Pictures certainly don't do justice on just how bad my right wrist hurts. I think tomorrow I might go to the hospital and have it looked at.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Over the Bar Scar Club...

Well I definitely earned my way into the Over the Bar Scar Club on Sunday. It all started out as a nice ride up Lewis Peak. I wasn’t feeling all to well when I started, but overall felt really good. I made it to the top of Lewis Peak in about 1 hour 50 minutes. I’m pretty happy with that. I probably stopped 3 times, I really think I can clean this ride, but I was feeling a little off. So on the way down I had planned on dropping into the divide (I dropped off a few gallons of water there on my way up) and then riding up Ben Lomond. However on the way down I was really not riding well and found that I had no control. I thought that I had slowed down enough to keep from getting hurt, but I was wrong. About 2 miles from the trailhead I went down hard (or over the bars, I really don’t remember). I remember waking up with blood running down my face. Yes I said waking up, I hit my head hard enough to knock me out. I know it couldn’t have been too long since my iPod was only on the next song after the one I remember listening to before I crashed. The blood from above my eyebrow had run into my eye, and I remember everything had a red tinge to it. Since I was by myself and didn’t have a mirror I couldn’t tell how bad it was. I had to pull the pieces of my sunglasses out of the cut in my face, and my helmet was cracked. I have nice trail rash on my leg, and my shoulder is one big pile of rash. I also took a nice chunk out of the palm of my right hand. I jammed both of my wrists pretty good – it hurts to move my thumbs. I’m pretty sure I took a handlebar to my left thigh as I have a nice bruise there, and my left shoulder-blade is sore. I think my shoulder hurts the most. I can’t move it around much, and don’t think I could raise it above my head if I wanted to. Above and to the side of my right eyebrow I have a nice cut. It is funny because it looks like I have stitches in it, but I don’t, just looks like it. I probably should have gotten them, but all I wanted to do was get home. After all I still had 2 miles of trail and a 30 minute drive ahead of me. I cleaned up as good as I could and got my face to stop bleeding (mostly). It was then that I realized my bike was nowhere to be found. It took me a good minute before I realized it was about 30 feet down off the side of the trail in a bush. It took everything I had to get it back up to the trail. The ride down and out was painful; every little rock would hurt my shoulder and wrists, thank goodness I have 5” of travel. As for today, all I can say is thank goodness for Hyrdrocodone. I guess I get to buy a new helmet and sunglasses. That is always fun. I will try to take a picture of my face and shoulder tonight and get them posted.
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