Three weeks ago I broke my leg. I was riding on a double-track trail popular with dog walkers. Due to varying temperatures we’ve been having, the trail was covered with a thick layer of ice, that was pretty uneven from walkers’ footsteps. The night before I went on my ride, it had snowed just a little, leaving a thin layer of powdery snow over the ice.
So basically, it was ridiculously dangerous conditions.
Add to that, I decided that I really wanted to try out my Schlumpf in winter conditions.
I rode a little ways down the trail in low gear, which was going fine. So into high gear I went. Maybe a dozen pedal strokes after my first switch into high gear, I fell. Not like I wasn’t expecting to fall, right? The problem was, when I stepped off, there was no traction, and the ice was very uneven. So instead of walking out of it as usual, my foot just turned upon impact with the uneven surface. My ankle twisted so far that it snapped my fibula (smaller lower leg bone) at both the bottom and top of the bone, tearing various soft tissues, and misaligning my ankle pretty badly. I could feel/hear/know it break as it happened.
Although I knew it was broken, I’m a stupidly stubborn SOB, and was embarrassed about getting hurt. So did I ask for help from the dog walkers? No. Did I get on my cell phone and call for help? No. Instead, I got up and walked the approx. 1/4 mile back to my truck. Then I drove home, about 10 miles. The driving was made somewhat more challenging by the fact that it’s my right ankle that was broken. It’s really amazing what adrenaline can do for you.
I had surgery a week after the fall. All sorts of metal in there now, and incisions on both sides of the ankle. I get my stitches out on Tuesday; can’t wait to see how much they sliced me up.
So what now? Should I quit unicycling because it’s too dangerous? OK, just kidding, but I probably will stop riding on ice in the future. I’m also considering selling my Schlumpf. It’s not the Schlumpf’s fault, and if anything falling sooner on the guni helped by reducing my trek back to the truck – the same or worse injury could just as easily have happened if I’d chosen to ride my Coker that day, although I might have made it further down the trail. But I’m rethinking the reasons why I got the Schlumpf, which include being able to ride faster and further into the wilderness. I’m feeling a little more mortal now, and realize 1/4 mile is plenty far to haul yourself out of the woods with a broken leg.
Oh, and yes, this thing really freakin’ hurts.