Crash & Burn

July 7, 2009

4th of July has come and gone.  It was shaping up to be a great weekend.  Thursday night I did a training crit bicycle race with a couple of guys from work.  It was fun riding in a pack with 80 or so people at 25+ mph.  Very exciting and nerve racking at the same time.

Friday I was off from work and Jenny & I knocked out all the yard work so we could go to the beach on Saturday.  I invited my mom for the trip and everything was set to go.  I was going to ride my bike to Ocean City NJ and meet Jenny, the kids & my mom at the beach.  It’s around a 60 mile ride from my door to the shore.

The ride starts off great.  It is a beautiful day.  I’m averaging around 21.5 mph and just jammin down the road.  I get past the spot where my rear tire blew out the week before.  So far so good.  So I’m cruising down the road and I’m about 3 miles from the bridge I need to cross to get into OC when all of a sudden I’m sliding across the road.

I really don’t know what happened.  I remember a big gust of wind then the front end of my bike going out from underneath.  Next thing I know I hear my helmet scraping across the road and I see asphalt going by about 2 inches from my face.  When I stop tumbling my hip feels like someone hit it with a sledgehammer and my shoulder and left arm feel like someone ran it through a cheese grater.  I look around and everything that was in my jersey pockets is littered on the shoulder of the road and my bike is about 10 feet in front of me.  A lady jumps out of her car and yells at someone else to call 911. Wow did I look that bad?  The lady says she a nurse and tell me to stay laying down in case I have a neck injury.  The lady says they called an ambulance for me.  At this point I couldn’t lift up my left leg so I figured that was probably a good idea.  I called Jenny and told her I crashed.  She had passed me about 20 minutes beforehand on the road.  Luckily she didn’t hit the beach yet.  Jenny was cool as a cucumber and figured if I was calling her I couldn’t be hurt that bad.  Jenny showed up as the EMT’s were loading me up.  I think the worst part of the whole ordeal was hearing my son crying and saying DA DA.  He didn’t like seeing me all banged up.  Man that was tough.

So I take the ambulance ride to the ER and I’m in there waiting w/ all the jet ski victims.  It is an active ER because it is a holiday weekend and it is a hospital at the beach.

The doc comes and checks me over and sends me off for some X-rays.  They run a dozen or so x rays on my shoulder & hip then send me to a room to wait.  A nurse came in an scrubbed all the sand, glass and dirt out of my road rash.  That was almost as bad as crashing.

So the doc comes back and good news, nothing broken.  Just some deep bruising and lots of road rash.

Man was I lucky.  I’m pretty banged up but I’ll take the scrapes and bruises over broken bones any time.

My bike did not fare as well.  Both of my shifter broke andthe rest of the front end is in the shop for inspection.  That is the only problem with carbon components.  They are fragile.  Here’s a pic ofthe shifters

After I got out of the ER and inspected the bike I see what I think caused the bike to go out of control.  The sidewall on my front tire completely blew out.  I think because of the speed I was going and the quick loss of tire pressure it caused the front end to go out from underneath me.  That’s my theory anyway.

I have no pics of the road rash yet.  I’ll update when I take some.

I want to thank the lady that got out of the car to help me, Egg Harbor EMT’s, Shore Memorial hospital, Jenny & my Mom for not being mad at me for ruining their beach day and most of all God for watching over me and limiting my injuries.

That’s it for now.  Next post should be a bit more fun.

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