On the way to Breck, I was zipping through the woods on the bike path at a good clip, probably about 17-20 mph. Whatever the speed was, it was too fast, because when the path curved left, I was unable to turn sharply enough. My bike drifted off the right side of the path, the front wheel sunk into the soft gravel, and the bike nosed down and flipped over on its left side, throwing me to the ground.
The damage: a separated left shoulder, an acre of road rash, and one shattered helmet. The bike, amazingly, came out of it in pretty good shape.
In the midst of the blackness and disorientation of the crash, I recall the impact of the helmet on the asphalt. If not for the lid, I wouldn't be remembering anything right now.
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Holy Helmets, Batman! I will show this photo to Ben and Thomas tomorrow. How's the shoulder?
A class II AC separation. Jennifer might know what that means. It took a few months to get back to pain-free full range of motion. I still need to do some weight work to regain full strength. And I'll live with a pronounced bump on my left shoulder for the rest of my life.
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