riding to work, routine, on a typically desolate stretch of county road north of loveland. my mind was wandering, and a guess the reporter herald delivery van didnt see me as he was pulling out (he says in, but i'm skeptical, as the front end of the van was pointing away from the house) of a driveway.....
smacked into him more or less at full speed, which on my tricross is 17-19 mph. traded apologies and info and i took off. bike survived, i rode it the rest of the way to work (i work at a hospital, conveniently) then went to the ER and had them look at me, as by that time i was having pain in my ribs when i breathed in deeply, and my left shoulder range of motion was down to essentially nothing.
two hours in the ER later and i'm told i have no broken bones, but likely some pretty seriously bruised ribs and possibly a seperated shoulder. i'm hepped up on percocet right now and feeling guilty about probably having to miss work for a day or two (job is kinda physical), and also hoping i can get back in the saddle sooner rather than later. praying to saint tyler for some strength there. the brusied ribs are gonna be worse than the shoulder, i can tell.
anyway, the dude says he was on the street backign in but i swear i didnt see him till the last second, so i dont really know what the hell happened. absolutely destroyed his front left fender though.
perversely proud of that, and the fact that the ER doc had to do a double take at my 42 bpm resting heart rate.
i'm hurtin'.
but the bike gods giveth and the bike gods taketh away.
peace
smacked into him more or less at full speed, which on my tricross is 17-19 mph. traded apologies and info and i took off. bike survived, i rode it the rest of the way to work (i work at a hospital, conveniently) then went to the ER and had them look at me, as by that time i was having pain in my ribs when i breathed in deeply, and my left shoulder range of motion was down to essentially nothing.
two hours in the ER later and i'm told i have no broken bones, but likely some pretty seriously bruised ribs and possibly a seperated shoulder. i'm hepped up on percocet right now and feeling guilty about probably having to miss work for a day or two (job is kinda physical), and also hoping i can get back in the saddle sooner rather than later. praying to saint tyler for some strength there. the brusied ribs are gonna be worse than the shoulder, i can tell.
anyway, the dude says he was on the street backign in but i swear i didnt see him till the last second, so i dont really know what the hell happened. absolutely destroyed his front left fender though.
perversely proud of that, and the fact that the ER doc had to do a double take at my 42 bpm resting heart rate.
i'm hurtin'.
but the bike gods giveth and the bike gods taketh away.
peace
