My wife has kindly bandaged me up and and purchased me a burrito to make me feel better.
So this was my third year doing P2A and i'd graduated to the top 100. While still a bit sick I woke up feeling pretty good.
Tom and I warmed up in the rain, and got ready. everything was going to plan. It was going to be muddy and hard.
Off we went at the horn, a number of Lapdogs in the first wave. We went up the road, turned right and flew down the shallow gravel road, mud flying. I moved past a couple guys. and we turned right again. The pace was quick but comfortable. A few guys were being aggressive but no big deal.
I was pumped to see the leaders just ahead.
I think I remember someone swinging left, across my front. I distinctly remember my front wheel going hard left. I yelled. And I remember hitting the right side of my head.
I later learned the left side of my helmet took the impact, hard, and cracked at multiple spots.
I heard Tom telling someone to get an ambulance and felt someone holding my head. Voices surrounded me and while I was scared, I knew I was in good hands as everyone was talking like Doctors.
I have no idea how long I was in the mud. But it seemed like a couple minutes. Apparently 20 elapsed before I got carted away.
It seemed like hours until they got me off the spine board at the hospital. I guess it was as it was about 12:45 or so I think. That was nerve wracking.
I seemed to hit every part of my body. Both sides of my head, face, both arms, back , both legs, hands, hip and shoulder. It must have been spectacular.
My neck and brain seem fine but tender, and I've got an AC Seperation I've just Googled. The usual road rash will heal.
I really should shave my arms too. It would have been nice today. Hair sticking everywhere!
The Bike? Shifters both turned in with some serious grind marks and dents. A bent derailleur hanger and, strangely, my rear skewer, non-drive side, has been ground down at least 5mm! Fork and stem are twisted and basically the whole deal needs to be stripped down to look for damage.
Special thanks to Giro for protecting my Melon. I've not personally seen a helmet look so bad
Biggest thanks go to all the people who stopped to help. I didn't see any of you but heard about it after.
5 or 6 people from the Lapdogs gave up their day to make sure I was ok and did a fantastic job. Adrian from another club also quickly stopped to attend to me. Thanks to everyone. I'll thank you all in person as soon as I can.
And next year I'll be pushing to the start of wave 2 to earn my way back into wave 1.