As some of you may have witnessed, there was a pretty large crash on Thursday night down at the Point. At the bottom of the pile was yours truly. It really started off innocuously enough - the swarm moved left and a rider got a bit too spooked by it. He came across me, crashed into the curb and sent me flying. On my way through the air, I hit one of the traffic sign poles and broke both the tibia and fibia in my right leg. The damage was pretty bad, but the surgery was successful. I will be on crutches for about 3 months, won't be able to drive for about that long, etc. Not bad for the first time I hit the deck, huh?
I've got to say a big thanks to all of the people who stopped to help. Most people probably weren't aware of it as it happened, but the whole group stopped the next time through, only to be shooed away by the cops on scene.
There's really not a whole lot to say about it, except just try and be careful. Also, remember that the whole pack is counting on your skills. For all I know the guy who went down in front of me may have had the skills of Oscar Freire, it just seemed like this was a pretty avoidable incident. Isn't it great that the guy who went down first was able to ride away with relatively minor injuries? Really, I'm just thankful that it wasn't worse. I very easily could have gone headfirst into the pole and been killed, so I have that to appreciate.
My team was incredibly supportive through the whole thing, Mrs. Wagon and I owe them a tremendous debt for all of their help.
Stay tuned for the x-rays. They are NASTY looking.