Wearing your helmet while riding your bike is not an option in my mind. After today’s events it should not be an option for anybody that reads this blog or is a member of my family or a member of your family. What happened you might be asking yourself.
The simple answer is I went down on my bike today. My schedule called for a 5 hour ride today and I had planned to get in 1-2 hours on my trainer before picking up my buddy Curtis for the remaining time. Curtis and I have ridden this route countless times together and I’ve ridden it more than that on my own. Nothing has ever happened, outside of a flat tire, while riding this route and that is probably the first problem. I have been going over the events of today in my head over and over and the first thought I had was that I got too comfortable on my ride.
Curtis and I set out and were cruising along and talking and laughing. My legs felt great and Curtis who is typically 1-2 mph slower than I was holding the pace. We had ridden for an hour and 15 minutes when it happened. It is me going down and going down hard. Nothing jumped out at me. There were no dead animals in the road. There was no car. I just got my tire caught on the side of the road and could not get it back as it went into the gravel. I went down and slid back to the left and toward the road.
As I came to a stop I looked up and I saw Curtis landing on his head. I lay there checking my body to make sure all was functional and noticed that Curtis was grabbing his head and grunting. I finally got the bike off of me and ran over to him. His helmet was cocked to one side and pressed tight against his head. I unclipped it and was able to get his helmet off and he immediately said: I broke my shoulder. Curtis is a Doctor and when he said that I knew he was in bad shape.
We were fortunate enough to wreck right in front of Hal’s business and we had ourselves a ride back to our car which was about 25 miles away. After we were dropped off I took Curtis to the hospital and I checked into the Emergency Room myself. Karen wanted me to get checked out to make sure all was well, but I felt fine. Bruised ego and concern over Curtis were the only things bothering me. That is until they started cleaning my wounds. Man did that hurt like a mother. I could have bitten through a tree trunk.
The point of this story is to warn you to wear your helmet when riding. I was fortunate to slide and not bounce on my head like Curtis, whose helmet is broken. I fear the thought of what would have happened had Curtis not been wearing his helmet. I know he is in the market for a new one and even though I only slide on my shoulder and hip I will be getting a new helmet as well as I believe that I smacked the back of my head against the pavement.
Please, please, please wear your helmet when you are out riding. I may even start to wear it on the trainer.