So we all know how crap the weather in Adelaide was last night, and i happened to be riding home in about the heaviest rain i have ever ridden in. You know, the sort of rain that two seconds after you have started off you wet through your rain jacket, you can feel the water seeping down the inside of your rain booties and the water is streaming off your nose. it was all that and then some. so many thoughts where going through my head.
"Must write on ac about how rain booties are just for drizzle. "
"Must work out a time to get out to the Gawler wheelers ride. "
"When should i replace my chain?"
All of those little things When out of nowhere i rode into a pothole that was cunningly disguised as a flat road with water over the top of it. The next part is a little hazy as it happened quite quickly. My seat bolt snapped, i whacked on the brakes. Before i realised what was happening i was going head over the handlebars superman style.
I did my best to break my fall some would say unwisely choosing to use my face and shoulder to do this.
I lay on my back in the middle of the road looking at the rain coming down through the street light and did a mental analysis of moving parts, Wrists? Check. Legs? Check. Neck? Check. Shoulder? Ow that hurts a bit. I gingerly got up and moved bike off of the road, swore at my seat post. Recovered one glass lens from the other side of the road, swore at my saddle looking mockingly at me from its position in the gutter, picked it up and stuffed it roughly into my back pack.
I then assessed my bike. It looked ride-able, nothing was bent, thank you alloy heavy mtb frame i thought. After lowering the seat post as far as it would go i thought time to hop back on, its only five minutes more i can stand up and ride for that long. As i started pedaling an ominous clicking noise/ feeling was emanating from my shoulder. This is not good . i tried a few more pedal pedal coast, pedal pedal coast movements, but it was getting pretty painful by this time. So i walked the clicking of my cleats echoing in the empty streets. wow my shoulder was really sore now. Shit, i hope i haven't broken it... By the time i arrived home i was pretty concerned, I woke my wife up with a "um are you awake? i think i need to go to hospital. Mother in law was called to watch the sleeping kids and we made the trip to A and E. Yes a broken collarbone, severe bruising to the side of my face and an interesting bruise across my forehead in the shape of my helmet. A graze on my shoulder and corresponding tear in my rain jacket, and a broken seat post...
Now the seat is the main reason this happened. It has snapped twice before and always in the same spot, through the bolt. It is a properly rated high tensile seat bolt on a specialized saddle similar to this. The first time it snapped i thought bad bolt, once in a lifetime chance. Break number two i thought, bad positioning creating too much stress in bad spots. So i re positioned it making sure it was fitted correctly. Now that it has broken again i think maybe a new seat and post is needed, or is it my bad technique. I am not sure but i now have a month to ponder all of this before i can ride again.
Stay safe everyone and as smudge would say, keep the rubber side down