Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Spain, although I'm Hungarian
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Imagine a river. Imagine a 3-4 metre deep river (9-12 foot, a bit more maybe). Now imagine me riding a rigid. Now imagine me hitting the slope at full speed and the lip on the other side shoots me up like a rocket. I wasn't expecting it, as I'd done it millions of times without getting air so I couldn't even put my feet back on the pedals. BANG, next thing I know, I'm on the floor, bleeding from my right elbow and right knee, and as I pull my short's "sleeve" further up, I find a gaping 2"x3" bleeding wound on my right upper leg where I was left with very little skin. I tried to get up but I realised I twisted my right ankle. Thankfully I was riding with my friend and I managed to get back to my house in one piece. By that time my shorts were half drenched in blood... Nasty. Anyway, off to the hospital, a week of healing needed for my ankle (I only twisted it slightly) and an unnamed amount for my 2"x3" wound. Anyway, now, 3 weeks later it's more or less healed (still a darker colour than my skin, I'm assuming it'll show for the rest of my life). Anyway, now it's all nice and dandy to think back and overall I could have been unluckier. (one thing that sucked hard was that the wound got infected slightly and I simply couldn't wear trousers cause they'd get stuck in the wound and all sorts of crap so I ran around at home half naked
Well, that's my biking story to contribute to this thread (by the way, sorry about the delay on the writeup+pics of the summer but I'm having technical problems with the camera).