On Wed, Jul 22, 2009 at 2:14 PM, Jim Cloud <cloud...@aol.com> wrote: > > I had an accident, about 10 years ago, while riding my Riv Road. The > accident was entirely my own fault and is the reason is sufficiently > stupid that I'd rather not share. However, the end result was that I > was thrown over the handlebars incurring a laceration to one of my > fingers and having my sunshades crunched into my face with some > additional cuts. My helmet showed some damage that indicated that it > had done its job. Riding alone, I was dazed and bleeding profusely, > out of no where two passing motorists stopped and rendered immediate > assistance (I never got their names). One of them, a woman, gave me a > towel from her car that I used to wipe off the blood. The other > motorist called for an ambulance. > > In short order an ambulance appeared and whisked me away to a close-by > hospital emergency room for treatment. I was mostly concerned about > getting my bike loaded on the ambulance, as in your experience my bike > was barely damaged with just one of the brake hoods and its cable > shredded. The ambulance attendant readily accommodated my request to > transport my bike. Turned out he was a friend of my daughter and we > had a passing conversation on the way to the hospital. A strange way > to meet some one.... > > I hope that you and your wife will be on a quick road to recovery! > > Jim
I foolishly got my front wheel into the crack between two halves of a cattle guard, one day in semi-rural Gallup, NM, and went Wheee! over the bars (I remember, upside down, looking between my legs and seeing the bike tumbling after me). A line of cars passing by in the opposite direction, and I remember seeing occupants laughing, but LO! and behold, who should stop in an old and battered pickup truck but two longhaired, bearded, burley Harley types who looked straight out of "Deliverance" and who gave me a ride home. (Weird: where *did* they come from, as they would have been at home in Appalachian-tail-end NW Georgia, while this was NW NM: Navajo and Mormon country.) Ruined my rear wheel, and bruised two or three ribs. My next accident wasn't until some 12 or 13 years later, and that was in an urban setting. I also was able to transport my custom Riv in the ambulance (it sat by me for four hours while I was lying on a gurney in the corridor of the ER, and accompanied me into the exam room). Larry: I hope you and the wife recover fully and quickly. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com To unsubscribe from this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
