So you know the physics game. We loose.
Got mowed down today.
Only reason I'm not using "rear ended" as a description is because I'm told the vehicle kept going and had to backup (on the highway) to revisit the scene.
Other than memory loss (concussion), some scrapes, bruised knee and mildly bruised elbow, muscle tension related "pain", I'm (VERY) fortunately fine.
I look at my phone, see phone calls and a text following the event that I don't remember making.
My text read, "Rear-ended I'm okay but I don't remember anything. I'm on 75 South I think".
Bits and pieces I recall; some of which has come back hours after.
I recall noticing a minivan in my side mirror that didn't look like he was slowing. By the time I looked forward to throttle, it was already too late. Powerless to effect change. I don't know how I didn't end up under the vehicle.
I recall fighting to quickly get my leg out from under the bike. Tried popping up a good three times, failing, before just taking a second to gather (some of) my wits and assess traffic, whereabouts, injury. Popped up and rush-hobbled across highway traffic to reach the shoulder; hopped up on the wall.
I recall looking around and not seeing any nearby vehicle that I could easily identify as being responsible.
A trail of debris was behind my bike, headlights now facing against traffic, still idling. (tip-over sensor was probably damaged in the crash and never tripped)
Vaguely recall talking to someone, their appearance... male light beard. Memory picks up again with me stating something about moving it out of their way... counting to three beside the bike. Apparently I helped roll it to the shoulder... think I recall putting the kickstand down.
Memory picks up again with the start of the ambulance ride... seeing my bike with a fractured rear wheel... noticing my boots off, questioning the paramedic while trying to reconstruct what happened. I recall picking up my helmet to inspect the damage. I don't recall unloading from the ambulance. I recall arriving to the ER front desk. Memory of events is mostly solid from there... I think. But Ingrid, one of the nurses said I was kind of spacey.
These photos were taken by my Brother.
So, the heavy weight contender...
...and in the other corner...
Photos of my clothes to come.
Snell certified HJC helmet did its job.
Steel toe boots, did their job.
Got mowed down today.
Only reason I'm not using "rear ended" as a description is because I'm told the vehicle kept going and had to backup (on the highway) to revisit the scene.
Other than memory loss (concussion), some scrapes, bruised knee and mildly bruised elbow, muscle tension related "pain", I'm (VERY) fortunately fine.
I look at my phone, see phone calls and a text following the event that I don't remember making.
My text read, "Rear-ended I'm okay but I don't remember anything. I'm on 75 South I think".
Bits and pieces I recall; some of which has come back hours after.
I recall noticing a minivan in my side mirror that didn't look like he was slowing. By the time I looked forward to throttle, it was already too late. Powerless to effect change. I don't know how I didn't end up under the vehicle.
I recall fighting to quickly get my leg out from under the bike. Tried popping up a good three times, failing, before just taking a second to gather (some of) my wits and assess traffic, whereabouts, injury. Popped up and rush-hobbled across highway traffic to reach the shoulder; hopped up on the wall.
I recall looking around and not seeing any nearby vehicle that I could easily identify as being responsible.
A trail of debris was behind my bike, headlights now facing against traffic, still idling. (tip-over sensor was probably damaged in the crash and never tripped)
Vaguely recall talking to someone, their appearance... male light beard. Memory picks up again with me stating something about moving it out of their way... counting to three beside the bike. Apparently I helped roll it to the shoulder... think I recall putting the kickstand down.
Memory picks up again with the start of the ambulance ride... seeing my bike with a fractured rear wheel... noticing my boots off, questioning the paramedic while trying to reconstruct what happened. I recall picking up my helmet to inspect the damage. I don't recall unloading from the ambulance. I recall arriving to the ER front desk. Memory of events is mostly solid from there... I think. But Ingrid, one of the nurses said I was kind of spacey.
These photos were taken by my Brother.
So, the heavy weight contender...
...and in the other corner...
Photos of my clothes to come.
Snell certified HJC helmet did its job.
Steel toe boots, did their job.