I like to think of myself as an “individual” – different from the rest of the pack. I do things my own way, and don’t follow the masses. That’s why I was sure the first bone I broke in a cycling accident would be something interesting. Maybe it would be my foot that got broke – as all the folks that were on my wheel accidentally ran over it. That would be cool. Or perhaps I’d blow up my patella. Sounds super-painful, but has something of the “never heard of that” going for it.
Or better yet, maybe I’d be that guy that had a front wheel buckle in the final turn of a crit, flying into a light pole at about 32 MPH, only to stand right up and start cursing the wheel manufacture in Italian. Oh yea – that’s be my signature crash.
Well, fate has a way of blowing your best ideas.