So a bike, an ambulance, a great team, a cast and a really bad “pull my finger” joke…
So…. I have been M.I.A. since Saturday morning…. let me fill you in (and bear with me as I type with one hand). I was on the MS 150 bike ride this weekend in the cities. We drove Friday night to White Bear Lake, left our cars and then went to Duluth Minnesota. The ride is Duluth to Hinkley 75 miles) and then Hinkley to White bear Lake (75 miles).
On Saturday morning I got up and was on the road with my team and 4,000+ other riders for this great cause. The idea was wonderful, good weather, lots of stops every 10 – 15 miles, awesome company.
We were making awesome time and it was coming up on noon and I was about 4 miles from the finish for the day. I was following a group of guys that were averaging over 18 MPH and I was hanging with them. About that time another group was passing us on the left and I glanced up to make sure they were all past, when I looked back I was right on the guy in
front of me’s tire. It was too late to do anything… my shoes lock into my pedals and as I tried to swerve I hit and went flying…not a whole lot I remember except my arm went up to protect my head, and next thing I know I am being lifted off the road by the team that was in front of me and carried to the grass.
They helped clean me up, my face was bleeding pretty bad, a lot of cuts and my pinky would not uncurl. An ambulance was called and came to get me right on the trail. I then went to Sandstone emergency room where they ran a few x-rays… cleaned me up and came up with a broken pinky, a dislocated finger and wrist.
I asked how do you fix a broken pinky and the doctor said that he would pull it. “That gives a whole new meaning to pull my finger,” I said. He either did not get it, or did not want too…
Part of my team came to the hospital to pick me up and while I waited for the doctor the nurse let them in with me. They were awesome and cheered me up.
After my ex-ray and confirmed break, the doctor did actually pull my finger to put it back in place and turns out… that is not funny at all.
I was put in a cast to keep my fingers and wrist straight. I have a cut very close to my eye and a small lump on my head. All in all, I was very lucky.
I did not go home. I spent day two of the ride going around with the wife of one of our riders and cheering the team in from the pit stops.
So that is where I have been this weekend. Monday What Are You Reading is coming up in the morning. It is just too late tonight due to this happening. I am tired.