I like the SBOBT (GPS route) since it's a more intimate ride, not so many riders as other ones rides I participate in. This year, the number seemed to be lower than usual, perhaps since the event was on Halloween and many people had already made other plans. That also meant I could more or less stay with the leaders for a good distance (not that I treat it as a race, but I like the challenge of keeping up with the youngsters). A couple riders took off about 25 miles in on some of the first sets of the more severe hills. Still, I thought I'd have a good day at it and finish in a time comparable to the other times I've ridden this route, I was maintaining a good pace and only occasionally would another rider appear. Little did I know that would not be the case.
For the first part of the ride, there was nothing remarkable, other than an abundance of chip-seal roads, they tend to be rougher than normal. And when fresh, have an excess of gravel near the edge. Gravel and road bike tires do not go together. At all. Nada.
Sisterdale rest stop, the person manning it was still setting up, I didn't think we were that fast! After a short rest, I proceeded along, staying with the guy in the yellow kit for a while. Once we got into some steeper hills though, he lost touch.
I stopped at the top and took in the view, it's quite spectacular especially on a nice clear day.
I started down the backside of the climb and just after passing Grapetown Cemetery (a couple miles down the hill), crashed down hard. I have no idea how it happened. I have no recollection of any car or other bike around me, or any other road hazard. One second, I'm fine, the next, I'm on the ground. According to the GPS data, I went down at about 30 MPH. Yes, it hurt, a lot.
After the crash, I remember thinking I needed to pull my bike off the road, just in case a car came over the hill. I did that and just sat down next to the road to check how bad I was hurt. My elbow was bloody, but I thought from road rash, only later at the hospital did they tell me I had an open fracture, meaning bone was through the skin. Yea, that hurts even more. Perhaps the most fortunate occurrence was the first person to stop was a trauma neurosurgeon that happened to live in the area. When he was first talking to me, I could not understand him. Looking at my helmet afterwards, I hit very hard on my head. It's hard to see on the pictures, but the foam is cracked completely through below the impact site, and the obvious significant cosmetic damage. I never lost consciousness, but was definitely on the woozy side. Thanks for helping Dr. Senelick!
The Doc had dialed 911 and they arrived about 30 minutes after the crash. They told me I did not have to go with them, but the Doc indicated I needed to, that I was not capable of a rational decision (now some of you would say that regardless!). Shortly thereafter I was on the backboard, with the cuff around my neck to immobilize me. Given the remoteness of the location, they called in a Life Flight helicopter to fly me to Austin. They discussed San Antonio, but Austin made more sense. That was my first helicopter ride, and, of course, all I could see was the ceiling of the helicopter. The paramedic helping me was nicely pointing out items of interest as we flew - I suggested adding some mirrors on the ceiling.
We landed at Brackenridge where they rolled me into the trauma unit to assess the injuries. After numerous portable X-rays and CT scans, the injury list is something like
- Fracture of Olecranon Process of Ulna (that's your elbow bone). There's a double row of stitches, one directly over the elbow where the repair was done. The other is where the bone broke the skin. The operation was done that evening (10/31) given the exposure of the bone.
- Stable fracture of the pelvis (breaks in 2 different spots, the sacrum and pubic bone)
- Stable fracture of the scapula (shoulder bone)
- Slight dislocation of shoulder
- Road rash, left shoulder, left arm, left hip, left foot
And while it probably helped, the two doses of morphine I received in the ER had little impact on the pain, or at least that's what I thought at the time. When they were transferring me from the gurney to the CT machine, they needed to roll me about and turn my pelvis. That was one of those 10 out of 10 pain moments. And it was done two different times. I'm trying to forget.
For those who care to look, here's the remainder of the pictures. Some are a bit gruesome.
I've started physical therapy, and expect it to take a while to get back to my former level of fitness. The first equipment they had me use was, you guessed it, a bike. Stationary though, and going really, really, slow.
My new best friend is to the left, I'd be hard pressed to get around much without it. As someone noted, it has 2 wheels, just like a bike! Only different. A lot different. A crutch after this.
Hopefully, since I was in good shape before the crash, that will help with the healing and recuperation. I had my son bring his trainer, we setup my mountain bike so I can start using it when I build up some strength.
Note to self, do NOT do this again! Ever! Geez.