Well, this time he was barely moving, if at all. He toppled over when he couldn't unclip. Overall, he never moves as fast as he did back in the collarbone days (that was almost 20 years ago). He's more likely to go out and do some gruelling event he is far too undertrained for (e.g. last weekend he did a 1/2 ironman - he's barely run this season, and has swum, oh, maybe 4 times so far). He does take more chances than I do, but he isn't going off jumps or anything. However, he does like it when he hits 52mph on a particular hill on his road bike. I'm not sure I could handle 52 - not unless I knew there was a perfectly smooth, straight runout (which that hill does NOT have). 45 seems like enough (I may have hit 47 once, I don't recall).

He did learn from one of the collarbones I think - the first one was in a road race - somebody crashed in front of him. The second one was the funny one. He was riding with a friend, and they always sprinted for city limit signs. He'd discovered this really cool way of accelerating, which involved yanking up on one pedal at the same time as jumping on the other. As it happens, if you get really good at this technique, you can actually lift your rear wheel off the pavement while already going 20 or so. I wasn't there, but apparently it's a really good way to ensure that you slam into the pavement at some point soon after.

Smurf - your Mom!
Singletrackmind - sounds like you speak from experience?!
Mimi - that's pretty much what I said, about the ER, but he thought he should have it checked out. They didn't find anything on the x-ray, so they think it's a hairline fracture. Still hurts like heck.