At the end of our 20 mile bike ride yesterday on the Cape Cod Rail Trail Bike Path, my wife and I decided to stop at a cafe to have lunch. It was a good ride for her and a recovery ride for me. We had a nice lunch and got back on our bikes to go about a mile back to our hotel room through the resort roads. I started riding easily, looked behind me to make sure she was there and she was wasn't. I turned around to head back to the cafe and my phone started ringing. I figured it was her and reached back with my left hand to get the phone out of the back pocket of my jersey. At that exact moment in time, I hit a speed bump and over the bars I went.
I landed face first. My hands landed second. The rest of my body last. I laid on the ground bleeding from lots of places. Some people stopped to help me. The phone started ringing again and I asked one of the bystanders to talk to my wife to tell her where I was.
Since we were riding on the grounds of the resort, one of the housekeeping folks opened up a room and I cleaned myself up a bit. I looked nasty but my hands were hurting the most. I got my bike to the point that it worked a little and we rode back to our room (my wife knew me to not question the lack of wisdom in riding home as she said that there would be no reasoning with me). I hopped in the shower to assess were I was physically. My right hand had a deep cut that I guessed needed stitches (later I figured out that gash was probably due to the brake lever going through my palm. My left hand/wrist was started to throb and I thought I might have broken it. I had road rash on my right hip, right knee, left elbow and cuts and scrapes everywhere.
I put on my "Life is Crap" cycling tee shirt and since there were no doc-in-a-boxes around, we went to the ER. We did OK there, they cleaned out my wounds, stitched me up and x-rays were negative. My lips and chin the doctor said would get heal without stitches. They gave me some pain meds and antibiotics and sent me on my way. I look like they gave a box of band aids to a 3 year old and said go at it. Both hands are wrapped so I have the dexterity of a lobster. No swimming until the stitches come out in 7 days. The NYC tri is still on the table as that is 10 days away but that really depends how I feel next week.
I was riding my custom Guru titanium road bike when this happened. The bike needs some repairs but is salvageable. I need a new helmet but am happy the old one did it's job. I think I need to start riding with gloves though since that would have minimized the injuries to my hands.
My wife asked later if I was ever going to ride with her again. I said, of course. This wasn't her fault. I just need to heal a bit first.
PS: The quote of the week was published before all this happened.