Join Date: Jul 2012
Location: Louisville, KY, Southern Indiana, & Montgomery, AL
Man, can I relate!
Without going into detail of my OWN stupidity in falling off the bike as I was riding it UP the ramp into the Uhaul truck (hint, there is only AIR when you put your right foot down to "steady yourself") during the recent move from Louisville to Montgomery, my youngest son having witnessed my subsequent fall and my imminent death (to his eyes). Got major grief from all the children, who banded together to do an intervention . . .
My son kept saying, "you don't understand, mom, you were dead."
Have to admit, riding the bike DOWN the ramp 10-hours and 500 miles later, was much more frightening with all my aches and pains. Delayed the hospital visit until the trip was completed. Did I mention that I loaded a great dane dog in the cab of the truck, who had to be let out every couple of hours and reloaded?
Doc's sent me to ortho consult, who said my shoulder rotator cuff was messed up and something about my ACL. Massive deep bruising of my right hip, thigh and ribs was of equal concern. They referred me to surgeon for shoulder repair and had me take aspirin to keep a blood clot from forming. Decided since nothing was broken, I would forgo the ortho surgeon and just keep heat on it and exercise it to keep it limber. Passed on the offer of pain med's. That was on November 6th.
Found that I was avoiding my bike. Decided to change all the oil, in case gas had gotten into it, changed out the air filter, replaced BOTH broken mirrors (it takes great skill to break BOTH mirrors in one fall), washed, shined, buffed and finally got back on two weeks later.
I admit my anxiety level was high when I hit the starter. The bike kicked right in, grumbled a bit, sputtered, then settled down to the usual steady hum. I geared and with some trepidation, got on and rode. . .And remembered why I ride.
I don't ride to be cool, or to save gas, or to be different. I ride for the sheer joy that comes from riding. My accident was entirely and completely my fault. I know what I did wrong, and will learn from it and move on. . .at high speed, on two wheels.
As I previously said ( in my Part three post when I was completing my "must post three times" requirement), my only concession to my children is a dog tag with my emergency contact information.
Ride or don't ride, but make it your choice. Glad you are ok. We're with you.