Floont
1 kW
I had a bicycle accident today with POSH.2.
A small dirty white pickup truck pulled out in front of me from a stop sign in a rural area while I was peacefully and legally riding on a road about one mile from my house. I had enough time to hit the brakes so as not to hit the truck. However, the bike tires locked up and I lost control of the bicycle and it flipped (I think). I was traveling 20MPH at the time. The truck left the scene. I lost consciousness shortly after the crash, but apparently collapsed in the grass on the side of the road with my legs still in the road. At some point, I took a picture of myself with my phone, but I do not remember doing it. I also called my wife, but could not figure out how to use the BlackBerry call directory, so I dialed the number from memory. A passerby stopped and called 911 and stayed with me until the ambulance got there. I lost consciousness again in the ambulance, but they awoke me somehow and I stayed awake thereafter.
The hospital did a CT scan of my head (because of losing consciousness), facial bones, and my elbows. There were no bone injuries. The only significant injury other than cuts, punctures, bruises and abrasions on my face and every limb, was that I tore loose the alveolar ridge in my mouth (the fleshy ridge behind your upper lip in front of the upper front teeth that separates your left and right side of your mouth). It required at least 4 stitches which was still quite painful even after 2 Morphine injections and 3 local injections.
I’ll be on the mend for at least the next week. I have not inspected the bike, obviously. A neighbor brought it home for me. I know the throttle doesn't work. There are pieces of some handlebar accessory that my wife picked up from the accident scene. My rear wheel looks like a Salvador Dalàpainting. I'll sneak out to the garage while my wife is taking a shower to see what else is wrong.
Before the ambulance:
Teachable Safety Moment:
A small dirty white pickup truck pulled out in front of me from a stop sign in a rural area while I was peacefully and legally riding on a road about one mile from my house. I had enough time to hit the brakes so as not to hit the truck. However, the bike tires locked up and I lost control of the bicycle and it flipped (I think). I was traveling 20MPH at the time. The truck left the scene. I lost consciousness shortly after the crash, but apparently collapsed in the grass on the side of the road with my legs still in the road. At some point, I took a picture of myself with my phone, but I do not remember doing it. I also called my wife, but could not figure out how to use the BlackBerry call directory, so I dialed the number from memory. A passerby stopped and called 911 and stayed with me until the ambulance got there. I lost consciousness again in the ambulance, but they awoke me somehow and I stayed awake thereafter.
The hospital did a CT scan of my head (because of losing consciousness), facial bones, and my elbows. There were no bone injuries. The only significant injury other than cuts, punctures, bruises and abrasions on my face and every limb, was that I tore loose the alveolar ridge in my mouth (the fleshy ridge behind your upper lip in front of the upper front teeth that separates your left and right side of your mouth). It required at least 4 stitches which was still quite painful even after 2 Morphine injections and 3 local injections.
I’ll be on the mend for at least the next week. I have not inspected the bike, obviously. A neighbor brought it home for me. I know the throttle doesn't work. There are pieces of some handlebar accessory that my wife picked up from the accident scene. My rear wheel looks like a Salvador Dalàpainting. I'll sneak out to the garage while my wife is taking a shower to see what else is wrong.
Before the ambulance:
Teachable Safety Moment:
- Whether you are in a car, a bike, or just walking, never assume the other vehicle can see you and will yield when they are supposed to.
Always plan an emergency escape route for every situation.
Do not “enforce†your right-of-way with your body (it breaks).