I had a little oopsie on my bicycle last Thursday. No doubt it was my fault, but I thought I’d post it here as a cautionary tale.
We were camping at Indian Boundary Recreation Area near us in Tennessee. I had taken my 42 year old Cannondale road bike which I had just recently restored. I had planned to ride it mainly on the road, but there is a 3.6 mile loop trail around Indian Boundary Lake, and I thought I’d give that a try.
The trail was not particularly difficult, but there were sections with rocks and roots, and I walked a couple of the gnarlier sections. There were also quite a few wooden bridges, which were pretty easy to traverse. Until…
I was about 2/3 of the way across one when the front tire must have hit a damp, slimy area, or maybe an uneven board, and slid out to my left. That threw me against the wooden railing, with my right elbow taking the brunt of the impact. It was hard to tell the extent of the injury, but blood was starting to run down my right arm. Nothing to do but carefully complete the loop and ride back to our campsite.
There, I noticed a small blood spot on my right glove and taking it off my hand was quite swollen. Went to the bath house and cleaned things up in the shower as best I could. Karen put gauze on it and we drove about 25 miles to Madisonville, which was the nearest walk in clinic. They cleaned it up, applied some antibiotic cream, bandaged it and gave me a tetanus shot. They didn’t like the look of the hand and sent me to another of their clinics in Loudon that had an X-ray machine. Got the report back shortly that nothing was broken.
It’s now been about a week and things are gradually healing. Though it looked nasty, I think it could qualify as superficial. At 75, it’s a bit depressing how thin my skin has become and how easily I bruise. I try to stay lean and active and fit, but there’s no doubt age is taking its toll. Especially the two decades from 55 to 75 - it’s undeniable that my balance, strength and coordination have all taken a noticeable hit. But I guess there’s nothing to do but carry on!
Oh, and if you’re going to ride trails, choose a more appropriate bike with more appropriate tires.
Note: the wooden bridge below with GiGi was not the culprit, but is indicative of the kind of bridge where my wipeout occurred.