I was in the bike lane on N. Portland Road, in Portland, Oregon. The lane was marked as a bike lane, on the shoulder of the road. Evidently, I hit some wood debris. All I know is that I was airborne, and skidding, and wondering just how much further I was going to slide before I came to rest.
I found myself lying in the ditch by the side of the road, with chest and shoulder pain, and not knowing if I would be able to get up, I was thinking how much I really did not want to be alone, on the side of the road. I saw an SUV backing up toward me, they had seen my bike and thought it was unusual, for someone to leave a bike lying on the road, like that. (They had thought that maybe I was emptying my bladder in the bushes.)
When they asked if there was anyway they could help, I asked if they could drive me home, I thought it was about 2 miles.
Once home, I called my friend, neighbor, and nurse, and went over to her place, where she cleaned me up, and even canceled my date. Since I didn't have a change of clothes, and since the road rash was still oozing, she wrapped me up in her sari, a souvenier from Nepal.
Upon returning home, I wondered if I would need to replace my helmet. (That is how convinced I was that I didn't hit my head.) Then a chunk of foam fell out of it. On closer inspection, I now see that a large portion of the foam is shattered, and from the outside, the helmet is not only flattened, but also has dents. I called my friend, who said that she knew that I must have hit my head, but since I was so insistent that I didn't, and I was not complaining of symptoms, she didn't push it.
Wow, I couldn't have had a better accident experience, except to have avoided it. Within an hour, I was back at home all cleaned up, and ready to just chill and recover. The bruising is already fading, just a day later.
And I learned through this, that I am much tougher than I thought I was. Though I think I will change from wearing shorts to pants that cover my knees.
And to add some humor, I was reminded of WHY one of my ex-BF's is an ex. He did agree to get my bike, and when he came back, he said that there was no wood in the road. Well, I didn't LEAVE it there, moron! (Actually, it was the motorists who saw it and kicked it off of the road.)
What, did he think I was lying about the accident? Or, that I suddenly forgot how to ride a bike, momentarily? That I was just too lazy to ride home? The handlebars are way out of line with the front tire. I haven't even looked the bike over, yet. I showed him the helmet. But I am not sure he was impressed with it. But then again, he buys used motorcycle helmets at Goodwill



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