Mountain bikers not-so-jokingly refer to their helmets as "brain
buckets", slang from a culture that embraces possible danger somewhere
ahead, yet goes forth in search of adventure and fun.
Like
so many days before, last Tuesday this brain bucket was strapped to a
head in Chandler, Arizona, for a short 12 mile ride. In the early
morning, the rider does two six mile loops on a flat course of pavement
with bike lanes for all but a small portion of the journey.
The Tuesday ride went differently. About half way around, there was a
flash of moving paint and metal in the bike lane near an intersection,
the rider braked, and the helmet contacted something - hard. The rider
still isn't sure what, but the best guess is it was the side of a car
that had made a turn in front of the bike, not seeing the bike at all
until it was way too late. (Sunny day. Biker wearing bright red shirt,
6′ 3″, 220ish lbs. Big bike, in bike lane between two lanes of traffic
and right turn lane, travelling between 12 and 15 mph. Not seen.)
The brain bucket was still attached to the rider when he came to on
the pavement, and fortunately there were no major leaks. The first
passer-bys arrived at the scene telling him not to take it off, which he
did anyway. Sometime in the aftermath, the dazed rider heard a police
officer say "there's penetration damage on the …", meaning the helmet
had hit something on the car. There was a bewildered driver sitting
sobbing on a curb, screaming "I killed him, I killed him!" From the
multiple cracks in the lining of the helmet, the violence of contact is
evident.
The rider actually stood up for a few moments at the scene, still
running on adrenaline, wanting to assure everyone he was not dead. He
told the EMTs "my groin really hurts." While he was scooped up and
transported to an ER with "level 1 trauma", the helmet lay on the ground
shattered. It returned home with the police officer, with a bike and
sunglasses, to a scared wife and a forlorn dog who weren't quite sure
what was going on. (Pretty amazing considering the rider had no ID and
no phone, but was able to correctly cite a phone number. RoadID might make a good gift.) The news was the rider was alive and receiving care.
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