The courage of the rider is a second and even more
compelling story. There were about eight riders in his pace
line, nearly all were teenagers (he's
47) who were from a church-related group and training for
the Seattle-to-Portland ride next month. I learned they
were from a church when a co-leader said a prayer over
the prostrate rider. Just before the accident, I was
riding about a quarter mile behind with a young man on
a mountain bike who couldn't keep up with the pace
line. When we reached the accident site, someone had
already called 911. The others were standing around
waiting for the ambulance. At one point two riders
tried to lift the injured rider's head to give him a
drink of water. I suggested they not try to move his
neck. We then sent riders ahead and behind along the
trail to instruct other riders to dismount and walk by
the scene. While we waited, I held up my helmet to
shade him from the sun (temperature was in the 80s --
hot for western Washington). He talked almost
conversationally about the bike and how the accident
happen. All the while he laid on his back with his arms
and legs stretched out and unmoving.
The young men were somewhat stunned and didn't know what to
do or how to act. He talked to them in an unanxious voice,
as if he were trying to help them maintain composure.
Occasionally, he talked about the injury. (That's how I
learned the details.) He was concerned that he couldn't move
his limbs, but once or twice he felt a nudge when someone
touched him. That brought him some comfort.
We probably waited 15-20 minutes before the EMTs arrived. I
then left because there were too many people hanging around
and staring at him. I was irritated by some of the cyclists
who passed by uttering *Poor guy* and *Oh, I'm so sorry.*
and the worst was *Jesus, really?!! He can't move!?* I
remember from First Aid training not to utter pessimistic
comments to help the victim maintain composure.
I've been trying to locate the medical sources to find out
the results of his injury. I hope to find out tomorrow or
the next few days.
He was a very brave man. I'm sure I would have *freaked
out.* But he never lost his composure. A true leader in the
face of tragedy.
On the way home, I mentioned this incident to someone I'd
just met. He recounted one time how he fell 35 feet and was
paralyzed from the neck down for six hours. For the next
couple weeks, he wore a neck brace and suffered an
excruciating burning sensation whenever he was touched.
I hope that the cyclist on the trail that day also is as
lucky and only suffers temporary injuries.
"Pistof" <
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> "Dorian Smith" <
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>
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> > Any word on the strength of Kevlar forks? Yesterday I
> > came upon an
> accident
> > on a local bike trail. The rider had struck a post and
> > was paralyzed
from
> > the neck down. During the impact, his forks had snapped
> > just below the brakes. The wheel was still attached. I
> > examined the severed part of the forks and noted that
> > they were cleanly broken.
> >
> > Not only did this accident firmly convince me to wear a
> > helmet and ride safely, but I'm now suspicious of non-
> > metal materials. Should I be? The rider said the bike
> > was a two-year old Trek with Kevlar forks.
>
> That's horrible. Do you know it he'll be paralyzed for the
> rest of his life?
>
> Dave