Thankfully, not bike related, but almost everybody who saw me asked that as everyone knows I ride a fair bit and that is what people always want to blame first!
Linda, my granddaughter and I were clearing some fallen trees from an old logging road on my land that we use for walking and ATV riding. I had cut and and removed several dead trees from the road and we were on the next to last one. It wasn’t a big tree, maybe 8” diameter, but it probably weighed a hundred pounds or so. I had picked it up and was walking it backwards to swing it across the road when I slipped on the mud or stepped in a rut or something. The next thing I know I am falling backwards and trying to get my feet to catch up with my body. I don’t know if I dropped the tree on my boot (this is what I think happened) or just stepped on the side of a rut or a hole, but I heard a very distinctive “snap” and, though I have never broken a bone before, I know before I hit the ground what had happened. And when I hit and rolled onto my back my feet bounced a foot or so in the air and my left boot was flopping around clearly no longer firmly attached and came to rest rotated 90 degrees CCW. I knew then I wasn’t walking out on my own.
We had no 911 signal as we were about 1/2 from my house back in the woods, so my wife had to unhook the cart from the ATV (we planned to cut some firewood on the way back) and ride out to call the ambulance. I had about 30 minutes lying in the mud in a light rain to contemplate the error of my ways before I heard sirens. Our local fire and rescue folks came out with their UTV and hauled me out. That was a painful ride as apparently they no longer splint breaks like that. They got my boot off in the ambulance, that was the most fun part of all, and then x-rayed my leg at the hospital nearest my house. Once the doctor there saw the x-ray he called an orthopedic surgeon at a nearby larger hospital and they decided to transfer me. So, I got a second ambulance ride of about 40 miles to Arnot Medical Center in Elmira, NY. I got there too late for surgery that night (it was 11 PM by then), but had the surgery the following afternoon. I was fortunate to get a great surgeon and I think he has me pinned back together pretty well. Now, just hobbling around on crutches until I go back for the 10 day follow-up visit. I suspect it was a combination of bad luck and aging bones. I’ve always had very strong bones and never broke one even through many bicycle, dirt bike and other accidents, but I suspect age is catching up with me. Had I been 40, I probably would just have a sprained ankle.
The really funny part is that the local volunteer fire and rescue folks must have been bored as, I kid you not, we had 12-15 people show up from 3 local fire companies and they had an ambulance, two medical trucks, a fire truck and the trailer with the UTV. My house looked like the scene of an airplane crash!
All kidding aside though, it is good to have dedicated folks like our rural volunteers when the SHTF.