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The title might sound absolutely fantastic, but alas, the reality isn’t.
Whilst riding over to the chill factore in trafford park, happily minding my own business and maintaining a great 20mph average I got into an argument with the floor and lost.
All I know is my front wheel went in one direction and I went flying over the bars with a loud scream, bike still attached to me. Bounce. Crunch. Fuck. Momentum carried me onwards as bike hits the floor and flings me still attached back over it. Bounce. Crunch. Fuck. As the bike flies overhead for the second time it finally unclipped and carried on bouncing.
I’d bounced 20ft landing on my shoulder both times. My bike had carried on for a further 7 or 8ft. My bike bottles tried to cross Wharfeside by themselves, with me in a side road and the bike on an island.
Instantly I knew my lung had collapsed as breathing was impossible to start with. I also knew my shoulder was seriously injured as I couldn’t move it or any of my arm. That and the sickening snapping sound as I hit the deck first time and the crunch the second time.
Several cars saw what happened. None stopped. Thankfully two did stop soon enough. Both legged it to me, one got my bike somewhere safe, the other instantly phoned an ambulance. Ian was amazing. He stayed with me until the ambulance arrived. He arranged for daytona to store my bike til I could pick it up. He offered to collect it for me if need be. For his help, I am eternally grateful.
At Trafford General I was asked what’d happened, extremely gently examined. Mainly with the eyes as it’s plainly obvious what the injury is. I told Doc that I’d heard it snap, that it was the most excrutiating pain I’ve ever felt. Xrays confirmed it. It’d snapped totally in two like a branch. I’m to see a surgeon in a week to see if plates are needed. My right shoulder has dropped two inches.
Although this image is for a left shoulder it shows exactly how my shoulder currently looks – http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Clavicle_fracture_left.jpg
Ok, i know the link ain’t a click and show one, but I’m writing this on my phone with my left hand – I’m right handed. You’ll just have to copy and paste it.
I also got the name of the road wrong – it was on Wharfside Way.
Hey, what can I say, I’m knackered, in pieces and in extreme pain
Well you certainly lost that fight, I have seen some broken collar bone x-ray ( another hobby where competing with the injury x-ray was as important as the hobby itself) and that one is one of the best (worse in your case) I have seen. You have no idea how you lost the front wheel, pot hole, oil on the road????
Get yourself mended soon and make the most of those nurse’s looking after you
Hey Tim. That shot isn’t of my shoulder as I wasn’t able to get a pic of my xray, but that’s how it looks. Absurd angle, lump under the skin and excrutiating
I got sent home and I live alone, so life is gonna be rather hard for me for a while. Parents live a mile away but no room for me to stay there.
It’s odd, but i want it to be operated on, if only to stop the annoying disgusting grating it does constantly. But that’ll only happen if the overlap is extreme enough or there’s no chance of it knitting together.
As for how. When i picked bike up this evening i had a look at the area and there’s a nasty deep dip that’s incredibly hard to see until you’re on it as the surface of the dip is the same as the rest of the cyclepath.
Ouch…
Hope it all fixes soon….I have a sever allergy to pain!
Oww, when I say I feel your pain, I mean it. I still have metal work in me from a shattered shoulder and collar bone from playing rugby.
Get well soon mate.
Hope your bike wasn’t hurt!
John – me too. It’s not helped that i have a high pain threshold too, but this is absolute murder.
Clive – horrid isn’t it. My bike is relatively unscathed: gouge in brake hood, levers turned inwards and chain came off, that’s it. I’ll get her checked over when I’m better. Whenever that may be.
Yooouuchhh!!!!
Just read the Tweet about your achy back Lost, and really hope you heal up soon. Didn’t realise what was causing it.
I never trusted my road pedals when I had them :>/
Sod the bike – get yourself fixed first!
Hey Ian. Yeah my achey back is down to a rather fucked up collar bone, several cracked ribs and severe bruising on most of right hand side of my back.
I came off really lucky considering where I was and how far I bounced, and where I landed (in a road in Manchester’s busiest industrial estates).
I’m seeing the surgeon on monday so hopefully he’ll recommend it gets plated
Wishing you a very speedy recovery
Cheers Lezzzz, I’m hoping the surgeon has good news for me on Monday. Until then, I’ll suffer in relative silence
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I’m sitting at Marrakesh airport, bored, jump on wifi to pass the time and read this! Haven’t caught up with the rest of your posts yet but ow ow ow! At least you’re fixable.
I was just thinking it’d be years since my last serious injury and was jealous of your thumb severing so thought I’d mash my shoulder up
As for ow ow ow, times that by several million and you’ll be around the right level of ouchiness, lol (except I can’t cos it hurts too much
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Blimey Lost.
Any idea what caused it?
You know how you get sections of road where the ground underneath the surface sinks and the top level just contours the hole and it’s not always obvious? Imagine that, but the size of a brick and pretty deep, on a red tarmac cycle path while cycling into the sun. Front wheel hits it and has a hissy fit and I go bounce, bounce, ouchy, snap, crunch, iwantmymommy, ooh fuck that hurts!