That doesn’t look right!

Okay, I got more hits than normal on my last post.  So I need to keep going to finish the mountain bike story.

I decided to hit the trails by myself the next morning.  Saturday is a pretty busy day at this particular trail, people everywhere.   And when it’s busy like that, you want to be at the top of your game.  It was 44 degrees and I was feelin’ it.

As you’re doing singletrack, you need to continually be “choosing a line”, looking ahead and knowing exactly which way your bike is going to go.  This is especially true if there are big rocks ahead or in this case, big tree roots.

I chose a way to get over some monster roots but didn’t quite make it.  Missed it by that much.  And next thing I knew, I was airborne, being catapulted over the handlebars headfirst (aka “endo”).

Now there is an art to going over your handlebars and landing well.  No, not really.  But you do need to make sure you don’t try to break your fall by reaching out with your arm and trying to stop one of the laws of physics – the collarbone will snap when you try this.  At least I remembered that.

As I landed shoulder and head first into the ground, I had just enough time to look up at the sky and see my bike seat (with the rest of the bike right behind it) coming right at my helmet.  I felt like the coyote in the roadrunner cartoons just before a massive boulder lands on him.

Getting up slowly, and making sure no one was there to witness this acrobatic feat, I checked my body to make sure no blood was streaming and no bones were showing.  All in place, I got back on and rode for another 4 miles… until the adrenaline wore off and my left shoulder just couldn’t take another jolt.  I was now realizing that the impact did something bad.  I bailed off the trail and with wounded pride, I loaded my bike on it’s rack and drove home.

Painfully peeling off the layers of shirts, I looked at my shoulder in the mirror.  “That doesn’t look right.”  It was time to figure out where the nearest Urgent Care Center was to get some x-rays.

Shoulder separation.  I guess that’s what he said when I looked at the x-ray.  My collar bone was now several millimeters further away from the rest of my shoulder than it was when I woke up that morning.

Lesson:  Nope, no lesson.  Just frustrated.  And sympathy from my wife?  Nope, she was not amused.

Application:  When you make a plan, make sure your aging body can fulfill the commitment.

 

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