BIKERZ HAVEN

Biking Trips

My biggest sacrifice for cycling: Broke my collar bone... ...

Heard of downhill probiking before?

One fine day when I was cycling around my neighborhood, I found a perfect hill just to do that. I huff and puffed my way up the hill and rested a moment or two on the top of that hill.

I do not know why but the thought of flying got hooked on me that day. I took some time to puck up my courage, (I needed to do so because this was my first real downhill) and soon I was rolling down the hill, with the brakes pressed only 10%,I was going faster and faster until I hit the concrete drain in the center of that hill. I flew off the ground and into space. Though I only flew a couple of inches, it was very interesting and fun. My bike was only stopped 20-30 meters from the foot of the hill.
"Cool, very cool!" I thought to myself. With that thought in mind, I decided to cycle up the hill again. The process was just the same as the previous one. Except, this time I did not even touch the brakes.

My speed hitting the concrete drain this time was twice my speed hitting it the first time. L flew. At least I suppose, I just cannot really remember. The next thing I remembered was thanking god that I had wore my helmet; I had felt some impact on my head too. I lay on the floor helpless for a while and stood up after that. I felt a sharp pain on my left collarbone and when I used my hand to feel that area, I felt a bump. Could I have broken my collarbone, I thought to myself. Perhaps. But as concern as I was for myself, I was worried about my bike too. It was so new. A month old at most.

I walked over to my bike and saw that the rear wheel was detached from the bike's main frame, except for the chain, which was still attached to the cassette. (The bike was at least 5 meters from where lay). I tried reattaching the wheel myself. My efforts were all futile. My left arm was practically out of order.

Thank goodness, there was a man and his family nearby. (I suppose they were going out). So I shouted "excuse me, excuse me." The man soon walked over. I explained my problem to him and asked if he could help me reattach my rear wheel. His response "okay, I can help you, but I do not know how. You would have to teach me."

I am not a very good mechanic and tried my best to remember how to attach my rear wheel. By luck and god's grace, we were on the right track. The good thing was that the bike I was using did not need any tools to attach the rear wheel on.
As soon as the wheel was on, I thanked the man heartily and left one handed cycling to my friend's house, which by god's grace and luck was nearby. He was in. "great". Once there I asked my friend for help. At first we could not come up with anything, then my friend suggested that he push my bike and we walk to my home.

We were almost going to carry out that plan when I suddenly had an idea. "What is the time now?" I asked him. "6plus" he replied. Great. My mum would be back now, I told my friend of my idea. He thought it was good too. The plan was carried out.

I left my bike in his house and left with my mother for home. I changed my shirt with much difficulty, as my mother wanted. She said my shirt had grass on it.

Before long, we were at Raffles Medical Center where the doctor confirmed, by a x-ray that my bone was broken.
Before this I also had many other bruises and cuts, one of such was under my tumb nail on my left hand. My aunt cut almost the whole nail off except for a small portion, which I tore out after repeated showers.

I must still say it is by God's grace that I am alive now and all right.'
Ps (there is still a bump on my collarbone although the fall was in July or somewhere around there.)