ouch! and wearing a helmet
my cracked helmet bears witness to the fact that I too am glad I wear a helmet. Today, for whatever reason, I took a header ooff my bike coming off of a bridge and knocked myself unconcious. I didn't come to until the ambulance thhat my friend called, arrived and shifted me to a back board. I didn't see the helmet again until 4 hours later when my dhh showed up to pick me up from the ER after picking up my bike and gear from my friends house where her husband, who had driven out to pick her uup, had it.
4 hours and 33 stitches later I left the ER with a huge contussion on my right cheek and forehead/ eyebrow, about a square foot of sking scraped off my hip, my upper and lower right arm, my righ shoulder, and both knees. It was only then after checking out the bike, that I examined the helmet and noticed three full cracks through the foam liningand the plastic shell. Fortunately my bike is in better condition with just some problems on the rear brakes and no new paint damage or cracks, at least as far as I can tell. My special, transition, prescription lense riding glasses however are toast.
I will be off the bike and out of the gym for a week until the stitches are out and the Doctor apprroves the the other bumps and burises, and until the bike has been fully checked out.
Two years ago when I fell and broke my ribs and did similar damage to my old helmet, I actually used to out to the schools and do a safety talk invoving dropping a raw egg onto a table from my cracked helmet and making comparisons to my brain.
It's beginning to feel like November is not a good biking month for me.
marni
