Well the scapula (shoulder blade) is the 2nd hardest bone in the human body with the hardest being the skull. As I tell you this I am demonstrating how well I can type utilizing only my left hand. As a lot of you that read our blog knows, I, Randy, partake in a type of extreme sports. My son-in-law, my best friend and I ride Cross Country (XC) bicycles. Most of you would know this as mountain biking, but in Florida we have no mountains so we ride fast among the trees and roots in swamps. It’s a blast, not a lot different from whatever gives you the rush that makes your life fun.
Around Mothers Day, Twila posted about my broken clavicle (collar bone). In short, I was riding and the front end locked up, I flew over the handle bars, landing on my left shoulder. Well, we blamed the low-end bike I had, Twila let me purchase a new Jamis Dakar XC Comp. (jamisbikes.com), man what a great machine. It helped, but in the owner’s manual was a warning.
Suspension can increase control and comfort by allowing the wheels to better follow the terrain. This enhanced capability may allow you to ride faster; but you must not confuse the enhanced capabilities of the bicycle with your own capabilities as a rider. Increasing your skill will take time and practice. Proceed carefully until you have learned to handle the full capabilities of your bike.
Well as you can guess, I may not have learned to handle the full capabilities of my bike.
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Wednesday morning I was riding by myself, which was probably not the best idea. The trails were fast and little bumpy, which would make for a great ride. Flatwoods, the name of the trail, is home to wild animals as stated before. We have seen deer, gators, armadillos, dogs, snakes, turkeys and wild pigs. It is their home so we are careful to respect it, I had already seen a wild sow with her 5 piglets but I didn’t heed the warning, I just kept flying along the trail. Well, I was on Squiggy and towards the end there is a hard right. Just before the right I encountered an area where the pigs had been rooting around. My front wheel went into a hole and I flew over the handle bars (yes I was wearing a helmet which I might add must be replaced now). I landed on my head and my right shoulder blade. It hurt but being a guy I figured if I just laid there for a few it would lighten up and I could finish the ride. Well after about 5 minutes it didn’t so I decided to leave. I walked to the paved trail and thought about riding out on the smoother surface but I couldn’t stand to lift my right arm. So I walked 2 miles to the car. It being the middle of the week nobody was there so I had to load my bike myself. The bike only weighs 2 pounds so it wasn’t bad. I drove home and painfully took off my Texas jersey (Twila would have killed me if I had cut it). I then cut off my under amour, its skin tight material that wicks moisture from the body (it’s cheap compared to the jersey). I showered still thinking the pain would pass, and then I headed to Twila’s office to get her for a trip to the emergency room. Britt (daughter that that goes with above mentioned son-in-law) called because I was suppose to meet her and the boys for lunch, well I canceled and when she asked what was wrong I said nothing. Yes later I got in trouble, but I figured it was better to tell Twila first.
While driving with my left hand Twila called, so I figured it was best if told her about the spill. We went to St. Joseph’s ER and saw a PA. It was kind of funny, after the X-ray she almost ran into the room to check my breathing. We asked what was going on and she told us my scapula was broken 4 times, she used the term shattered, not something I wanted to hear.
So I broke my collar bone in May and my shoulder blade in November. Many have said I should sell my bicycle and act my age of 45. Those are for the most part the ones that act their age. They have “safe” hobbies. The others, people that understand what makes me get up at 6:00 on a Saturday morning to ride through trees, down trails where I will see wildlife, and get the cardio exercise that is “fun”, ask when I can ride again. No it’s not safe and I may turn more toward road biking where I would be riding on a paved trail with no cars, but be sure, somewhere in 6 to 10 weeks I’ll be on 2 wheels again enjoying life.

She Said:

Okay - let me say that if I was his mother his bike would be 4-SALE! But since I am not the boss of him! I will say "Randy will not be riding his bike the day before a national holiday ever again not to mention alone!"
Actually - I know that this is something that he loves to do so I will be supporting him (or nursing him back to health) in everyway that I can.
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