Worst crash? Fifty mile fixed gear ride out through Occidental and Guerneville in Sonoma County. Hustling back to the house so I could pick up my son from kindergarten, I turned into my neighbors’ brick driveway a little too fast. Bike slid out on the wet bricks, and I thought, “Oh, I’ll just catch myself on the fender of my car.” Nope. Seconds later I was laying next to my car, bike somewhere else, and clearly could feel my left arm out in front of me, but I couldn’t see it where it should be. “Oh, I must’ve dislocated my shoulder.” Grabbed the left arm to pop it back into place, but it was all floppy at the elbow. I started yelling for help. My wife, in the kitchen was like, “Philip’s probably yelling about some dumb thing with his bike. I don’t need to deal with that.” My neighbor across the street thought, “Oh no, the landscaper ran over one of the neighbor’s puppies. I don’t need to see that.” About 30 seconds later they all came running and took me to the hospital. Five hours of surgery for my smashed humerus, two giant titanium plates, and many pins, one of which came loose a month or two later and worked its way to the surface, just under the bicep.
My arm still tells me when the weather changes. Philip Santa Rosa, Cal. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/bfaddabb-699d-4a0c-9102-2ad9f16b563d%40googlegroups.com.
