|07-07-2003, 11:43 AM||#1|
Joined: Apr 2003
Location: East of Bonneville, North of Moab
Foot brake, foot break
I was having this really nice lunch time ride out along the dirt roads under the power lines last week. The big GS felt just great with me standing on the pegs, mostly in 2nd gear. A little bit of wiggle or slip would be felt and a little bit of throttle would straighten it out. Nothing wild, just some fun romping.
I rode down into a little hollow where a few trails intersected. Some of them were not an option, given the GS's heft and my current level of skills. Hmm, that track back over to the left looks less intense. That's the smarter way to go.
As the trail rises out of the hollow I'm seeing that the 2-track's ruts are getting kinda deep. The exact sequence of events is definitely not clear, but within a couple seconds the bike is slamming to the right, into the rut. The bike hits against the outer wall at the right side and my right foot comes off the peg. Before I can bring the bike to a halt the foot has caught something in the dirt wall and is pretty much intent on staying put. The foot hangs up at the pillion footpeg and is bent down and under. Damn that hurts just like when I did it on a pushbike as a kid.
With the bike shut down and listing 30 degrees to starboard (jug dug into the dirt) and me sitting next to it I'm thinking, this is the worst ankle twist I've ever done. I'll have to wait to take the boot off for inspection 'cuz right now I'm frying in the sun. OK, helmet off, jacket off, let's see about that foot now. Hmm, not so bad right at the moment, I can move it under it's own power and all, maybe this will just blow over after a couple days of soreness.
I get up to take some pics (just in case this will be a more memorable day than I'm hoping to get by with). I'm limping but able to get around to see the furrow that the Hepco-Becker bar dug into the dirt. Dang if those bars haven't just paid for themselves.
Time to get out of here. No phone + no radio = I'm either going to ride out or hobble out. Let's see if I can get this bike upright the most direct way. Straddle the bike, push hard against the right foot and I get a NO WAIT STOP THIS IS NOT GOOD sort of feeling. OK, looks like the left leg will have to do. Standing to the side of the bike, bearing the weight against the left leg the bike gets back to vertical easily enough.
Let's get rolling again. The right foot isn't really happy about applying pressure to the pedal to stabilize me against the slope. After stalling once I get the right feel of balancing the hand brake lever, clutch, and throttle and I crawl along as slow as I can in 1st, with the wheels at the bottom of the v-groove rut. Hope I don't fall over again. I don't.
Back at work I'm limping but getting around. We have some ice so I cool the ankle down. There's a little bit of swelling, this feels like a moderately bad sprain. I head home at 5 thinking how nice that my left leg is feeling good when I come to stops. Back in the driveway this was not the easiest time I've had getting the bike onto the center stand but I know my wife couldn't manage it. According to plan, I grill a couple of steaks and we eat. After dinner I take the boot off for some more icing down, and hey, it looks like the swelling has gotten worse. Let's head over to the ER, shall we honey?
They took the Xrays quick enough but I had to wait a long time for anyone to look at them. Doc finally comes over and says, "Guess what, you're going home on crutches." I broke the fibula 1 inch from the bottom. Try to get a doctor to tell you what fibulas do for you besides get broken. I haven't had much luck so far.
Looks like the next 6-8 weeks of prime riding season are toast.
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