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Edwards
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While descending back towards aspen, and flowing the government trail quite nicely- my front tire
high sided the trail, and I just touched the front brake. Mind you I was going at least 18-20 mph.
Whammo- the bikes' front tire washes out with no warning and I am headed straight down head first. I
hit the terra firma with my elbow then shoulder and instinctively go into a "tuck roll". Well, my
free hand gets awkwardly caught on the ground and the middle finger gets bent backwards audibly
snapping it at the second joint. I hear the "crick" and know something was broken. Not to mention
the other fingers which also bend back to the hand.
I knew immediately that I broke something. Looking down, I notice the middle finger pointing in two
different directions. The pain was hot and I was still woozy from the impact. I knew it was either
set the finger now, or go have a doc do it for a pretty penny. So I reluctantly grabbed hold of the
lower part of the digit and tugged out until it "cricked" back into place. It hurt- and also felt
good at the same time. Luckily I was less than 100 yards from the end of the trail and was able to
get on the pavement and limp home with one good hand.
Guess I will be dusting off the old road bike...
-ME
high sided the trail, and I just touched the front brake. Mind you I was going at least 18-20 mph.
Whammo- the bikes' front tire washes out with no warning and I am headed straight down head first. I
hit the terra firma with my elbow then shoulder and instinctively go into a "tuck roll". Well, my
free hand gets awkwardly caught on the ground and the middle finger gets bent backwards audibly
snapping it at the second joint. I hear the "crick" and know something was broken. Not to mention
the other fingers which also bend back to the hand.
I knew immediately that I broke something. Looking down, I notice the middle finger pointing in two
different directions. The pain was hot and I was still woozy from the impact. I knew it was either
set the finger now, or go have a doc do it for a pretty penny. So I reluctantly grabbed hold of the
lower part of the digit and tugged out until it "cricked" back into place. It hurt- and also felt
good at the same time. Luckily I was less than 100 yards from the end of the trail and was able to
get on the pavement and limp home with one good hand.
Guess I will be dusting off the old road bike...
-ME