Good ride until then. Weather has really cooled off here.
It was a stupid fall. No cars involved, no cracks in the road. Just me not paying attention, going off into the shoulder gravel and losing control of the bike. It was on a little downhill, so I was going fast.
My friend Catharine was still around, thank god, and some nice women stopped. I think one of them was traumatized because she saw me go over and it probably looked worse than it was. Some nice man brought me to the nearest gas station.
For some strange lucky reason, I crashed really close to the hospital where I work, so decided it wouldn't hurt to go. Catharine called Mo, our coach who came and got me and my bike.
I think the bike is okay. It is titanium after all. But need to the get the aero bars checked out; they are carbon.
My right knee swelled up a bit and I had a little difficulty walking on it. My left shoulder worried me the most. I seemed to have landed mostly on my left side. It hurt when I turned my forearm upwards (supination), so the ER doc wanted to rule out a humeral head fracture.
A few xrays later, everything checked out. Cleaning all the road rash hurt the most!
I had a pretty good attitude about the whole thing. I was kinda laughing. Yes, had helmet on. And even if I had broken something and couldn't do the ironman - so what? There are far, far worse things in the world.
In fact, I was glad because this gives me a legitimate excuse to take some days off and not feel guilty!
Friends in general and T3 friends have been great. The great bond of cyclists and commisery over injuries. (Is commisery a word? the noun form of commiserate??)
Gory pics: