glad to be alive
Close calls daily because no one on this campus knows how to drive. Realest ones yet were when some girl clipped my rear wheel after trying to stay behind me while I was in the bike lane, and then tried to get around and whip right into a parking lot without checking her mirrors. Another was when a couple guys drove back and forth down the same road and threw change at me three times. I tried to chase them after the last one, but they blew a stop sign and sped up before I could read their plate.
Nah. You will need to "caress" my clavicle to feel the bumps.
My front tire got caught in small dip on the road. Flipped over and landed on my shoulder. Weirdly that's the only place with scratch. I was totally untouched other than that. I spent a week with nurses.
How long did it take to patch up for you, Jay?
ripped my ear off after hitting a trash can,
the long version
I woke up tied to a gurney with lots of people rushing around me yet again. I am maybe half lucid and mostly trying to figure out where am I. There is someone dressed in blue trying to push a business card into my restrained hand while talking gibberish to me. I don’t think he understands the concept of semi-conciuos yet. The card already has blood on it. I am going to assume it is mine. He tells me to call the number on it when I want my bicycle back.
I want my bicycle back now!
And then, like fingers snapping, my world is crystal clear, “ Where is my bicycle.?” Were the next twenty-five or so words out of my mouth. I had already gathered that I am not dead, all my limbs work, and I have all my teeth. Past that it everything is really just superficial. The important one question was, “Where is my bicycle.” Then the first dose of morphine fully kicked in. My world got really warm and fuzzy, and truthfully Curt Cobain could have handed my file to Elvis in medic uniforms, and I doubt I would have cared.
Fortunately I think we were only about five blocks away from the hospital considering the state of roads, and I was working not working very hard to stay awake. I am sure that made getting a history from me a challenge at best. Especially since my bracelet had the wrong last name on it when I did wake up the next day. Luckily they have a pretty extensive record on me already at that hospital, and it is getting depressing how many people their have heard of, or about me in that emergency room already.
I made it a point to stay on the max morphine dose they would give me the entire time I was in the hospital. From what I gathered my glasses cut my face up upon their exit, and somehow I managed to almost rip my right ear off and went all the way through the ear canal. Which means I get to wear a cotton ball in it all week, in an effort it doesn’t collapse on its self.
I still haven’t answered the important question. “Where is my bicycle.”
Wow. That is crazy.
Last November I had a bought of stupidity and ran headfirst into the back of a parked van. This happened to the bike:
This happened to my face. And the next day (much like the Grinch's heart) it grew 3 sizes. 12 stitches, slightly chipped two teeth, and I probably broke my nose. My stem had a hex bolt and that's the first thing my chin hit. Somehow, that wheelset survived with only a small hop on the front. My knee took a while to heal properly, but no lasting injuries. Worst part is the Raleigh was my dad's in college and that frame is toast. I loved that bike.
2 kids were bombing a hill on mountain bikes, no hands, through a blind turn and T boned me
03 July 2010, hit a dog on a long descent
10 broken bones (including my right shoulder in four places), two month unpaid vacation from work because I could not drive.
The front tire had punctures from the chainring. The bright side is that it was a cheap 1980s Trek hybrid, not my Serotta. Why I took the Trek that day, I don't know.
T-Boned a car the made a last second turn on a yellow while on the way to school this morning, flew into her fender, took out her mirror, and spidered the windshield, glad im alive, hey scrod, these maxway frames are pretty indestructible... luckily just cuts on my arm, no broken bones no concussion, just a lot of glass, and a lot of blood, bruised my legs too.. im extremely glad im alive, and the lady better pay for my medical/bike/phone and stuff, her car ended up getting impounded due to her registration being expired for the last 6 months, lady/car shouldn't have even been on the rode
You're an idiot, I feel so bad for you. Glad you're not dead I guess.
She made a turn on a yellow? Were you running a red or something? Maybe passing on the left, something you shouldn't have been doing anyways?
Last edited by Jaytron; 05-04-12 at 11:59 AM.
If a car comes up along side you and half-passes you and then turns right suddenly, its the cars fault. If you are trying to get through a yellow light and a car decides it can turn onto your road at the last second, it is the cars fault. It wasn't necessarily Kyle's fault.
But when it comes to cars and bikes, it doesn't matter who is at fault, the guy on the bike loses. Get a brake.
I was once stopped at a stop sign. I'd been having trouble with my pedals and so both my feet were unclipped and I was looking down at them. A car comes up along side me and turns right ... over my front wheel. I didn't move at all but the bike was suddenly laying between my legs and the front wheel was crushed. The car didn't stop.
I also got my tibia broken as I was riding through a four way-stop. I had just stopped and was barely getting up to speed. The car only decided at the last second that maybe the stop sign applied to him and that even if it didn't it might mess up his car to run over a cyclist at full speed.
let me clarify, she was making an oncoming left, i was going south bound, and she was heading northbound, turning to go westbound
wasn't bombing or anything, just on my way to school going around 15-20mph, light just turned yellow, and i entered the intersection, and the lady gasses it and ends up cutting me off so i ended up t-boning the car.
So yeah, sounds it was her fault. Also, I'd try to get a new frameset out of her.
I'm still looking forward to the "I ride responsibly and practice my bike handling skills on a regular basis so haven't crashed in decades thread" thread. I realize that sort of thing isn't "cool" these days and would probably be considered elitist and snobby, but I still would prefer it to these "Hey look I suck but it wasn't my fault" threads...