I just want to say right up front – sorry but I don’t have any pictures. Despite repeated requests to my riding my partner he refused take leave from attending to me and the situation – so my apologies. So read on if you want but this is more of a catharsis as anything.
Thanks for indulging me:
I think I remember reading somewhere that one of the keys to being a good motorcycle rider is not falling off the bike - I seem to have a hard time with that one fundamental aspect of the sport. This is my second crash in three years.
As such I think it's time to take up golf.
On Saturday July 19th at approximately 11:30 am I was traveling south on Decker Canyon road here in the Santa Monica Mountains. At the time the sun was out, the road was dry and the traffic light to moderate. Just having climbed out of a dense wet fog me and my riding partner were happy see the sun and a clear road ahead of us. Forgetting or ignoring the fact that I had only ridden this particular road once before I found myself overly enjoying the road ahead. Traveling at about 30/35 mph I entered a descending sweeper to the left that quickly revealed itself as having a hard decreasing radius. Picking up the on coming traffic I shifted my eyes back to the road in front of me but it was too late. I was too hot to make the turn and had to break hard, in a flash I was down and sliding. The moment of impact rang though my ears with a crack. It's amazing how quickly the mind works. In the second or two I had traveling horizontally across the pavement I had three thoughts. First, I instantly wanted to take it back. I wanted to stop time and make it so this wasn’t happening. DAMNIT. Secondly, I am pretty sure that crack I heard was my ribs or shoulder and three, my buddy who had come down from Portland explicitly for this ride, well, I just ruined his weekend.
I came to rest sitting up with my knees to my chest in a drainage ditch while the bike skipped to a stop slightly to my right and behind me. I never lost consciousness and was up and walking around immediately after the accident - although that didn't last long. The pain soon set in so I laid down and waited for the ambulance.
I remember looking up at my friend and saying: "That's it - I'm not riding anymore - I'm just no good at this". After that my breathing became very difficult and I got more than a little concerned. I considered the possibility of a collapsed or punctured lung. There were no moments of life flashing before my eyes but i do recall saying out loud "I don't want to die here...".
Diagnosis:
Fractured Right Fibula
Fractured Right Ribs 2 though 7
Fractured Right Scapula
Lacerated Spleen
Bruised Lung
The spleen put me in ICU for thee days but thankfully they did not have to remove it. The initial EMT response considered life flighting me to the hospital but there was no room to land the helicopter. Obviously, as I lay there on the side of the road, there was no way of knowing that I was bleeding internally but apparently that is what they assume when it’s a motorcyclist. This is because internal bleeding, especially of the spleen, can kill you in about an hour. I was unaware of this, of course, until a friend of mine who happens to be a surgeon, and former rider, gave me a call to see how I was doing. And during our conversation he asked if I had been life flighted to the ER. I said no but that they wanted to but couldn’t. He then went on to tell me why time was so of the essence. I thanked him for not calling sooner – lol.
Beyond the spleen nothing else too serious. None of the breaks are severe enough to warrant any metal. I also have a walking cast/boot on my leg. Other than that, barely a scratch on me and no external bruises – outside of my leg. As a matter of fact to look at me you would hardly know anything is wrong. To that end all I can say is gentleman(and ladies) GEAR UP! My gear saved me a WORLD of pain. Laying there in ICU it occurred to me how much more painful this would be without my skin. And I realize that I am preaching to the choir but it never hurts to be reminded especially when the reminder comes first hand. One last thing about gear - DO NOT SKIMP ON BOOTS! I had on a great pair of Alpine Stars - hiking boot style - with a metal ankle cup and that boot saved my foot without a doubt. As a matter of fact the break in my leg was right where the boot ended not to mention the inside of the boot was slashed clear through.
It’s been over a week now since the crash and I have made more healing progress than I had anticipated. It’s still hard to sleep and moving is still a bit of a challenge but I can walk with out a cane and my ribs don’t hurt as much when I breath.
In the days to come as I become more mobile I will try to post pics of my gear and my bike. But I warn you now, they won’t be that dramatic.
For now I am struggling with my own limitations as a rider – knowing that this crash was completely avoidable and totally the result of my own inabilities to think quickly and control my emotions. I am also struggling with knowing that despite my sincere desire to ride again, that there are too many people in my life that care too much about me to put them through this kind of scare again.
BLK