Welp ...
It frickin' happened.
I was riding the scooter into work this morning. Taking a right turn fully in the clear - light was green, two lanes in both directions were completely empty - it was all mine.
Drifted left a bit to prepare to start on the outside, dip in and then come back up at the end on the outside ... just like I've done dozens of times the last 16 months ...
I got to the left side of my lane and saw there was a little more debris than I'd like - my speed was a little higher than usual - and i said that little prayer ... "Oh I hope that holds ... "
It didn't.
I leaned the bike like always ...then i heard it ... my exhaust scraping. On my bike, you should never hear scraping on a right turn. If you do ... you've leaned too far. I leaned to far.
Centripetal force was taking over. My MSF training kicked in and rather than foolishly try to right the bike, it was time to prepare for some pain.
I was only going about 25ish ... maybe 30 ...
About 1/3 of the way into the main event, I realized i needed to curl up into a ball so I would roll rather than slide ... by the time I realized which limbs needed to be pulled in, I had already slid to nearly a full stop.
I felt my helmet hit at some point, though very lightly. It wasn't much harder than I've bumped it on the jamb walking out the door of my house.
When it all stopped, I couldn't breathe. I got on all fours and tried to catch my breath. The wind was knocked out of me pretty well.
I looked over to see my bike about 4 feet away. It was still running and laying on it's right side. "Good. I didn't high-side."
As I was catching my breath, I managed to crawl to the bike and hit the kill switch. A man on a white scooter stopped to see if I was okay - he shut the key off. A woman was close behind asking if i was alright.
I managed to get sat on my butt - still trying to catch my breath.
My visor was fogged up, my glasses too. I popped the lid, pulled my glasses off and indicated what hurt and where. My knee was sore but really my biggest pain was in my right ribcage. I thought for sure I'd busted a rib. It hurt pretty good.
This woman must have been a nurse, she demanded I lay down on my back while the ambulance comes. I obeyed, knowing that's the right thing to do. I pulled my gloves off and got my helmet off finally. I managed to get my glasses back on - they were nearly kicked away by the helpers.
Ouch.
I need to call Jane. Where's my phone. Crap ... it's not in my pocket. I look around to find my phone - it must have flown out of my jacket pocket. All I could see, though, was scooter debris. Parts of my bike laying all about the road.
Ouch. Where's my phone??? Jane is going to be so worried....
The woman who called 911 offered to call Jane but I don't remember her work number. I was able to remember MY work number and she left a message with someone there. I'd like to get her name - she was VERY helpful. Thank you, whoever you were.
Ouch. Need to call Jane ... where's my phone?
Cop pulls up and asks where it hurts and stuff. I am fully lucid the whole time. I describe the series of events and where it hurts. The ambulance is there within 5 minutes, i'm sure. It wasn't very long at all.
Ouch. Jane ... she needs to know
They do their stuff - neck brace, questions, pressing, etc etc. It's decided I don't need an IV and right then, someone hands me my phone. Oh good.
"Hey, it's me ... i went down on the scooter..."
She thought it was the wrong number. "It's Jason ... I wrecked the scooter, but I'm mostly fine. I was alone, I just turned too fast. They're taking me to the ER. I might have broken a rib or something... I'm sorry to ruin your xmas eve - i know you're busy with stuff..." She stops me and says that don't matter. She's right. I agreed to call her when I get wherever i'm going so she can come get me.
By this time, they've cut all my clothes off me an have me in the ambulance. Not long and we're at the hospital. My ribs hurt pretty good, but overall I'm mostly okay.
The scooter was going to be towed, according to the cop. I don't know where it's at, yet.
We get to the hospital, they do the poking and prodding and pressing and pushing. Doesn't seem like a busted rib since I can breathe, cough and laugh with out a ton of discomfort. The pain scale is about a 5 or 6 after we get there. I think laying flat was worst - stretched all out.
X-rays show no broken bones. The doctor believes that it's more of a strain or muscle pull. There are 3 layers of muscles between each rib and I likely gave some of them a good tweaking.
Ouch.
I'm on the other half of that statistic, now, I guess. Dang it.
Helmet, Gloves, Jacket, Pants ... if i hadn't had on that mesh jacket, my right arm would be destroyed - for sure. It took the brunt of the sliding. ARMORED JACKETS WORK. MAN do they work.
Biggest injury is my pride. I got a little cocky, I think. The debris didn't help, but I knew better - i had all that time before the turn to slow down .. it wasn't like I came up on it suddenly - i had a whole lot of time. Stupid. Bike's a mess, i'm sure ... i'll deal with that at some point .. right now, I'm in bed - resting. Lamenting, but resting.
Merry Christmas ... It could have been a lot worse. Glad it wasn't.
Hug the people you love. Do it right now. Do it every chance you can. It's never a bad time. Love your loved ones all you can.
Merry Christmas.
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