I'm standing around on one leg, like a flamingo. The other leg has a
new titanium rod running through and pinned to the three piece tibia.
The two piece fibula is going to knit just fine as long as I don't put
any weight on it, for the next 6-10 wks.
Suffice it to say there was no other vehicle involved. Darkness and
semi-recumbent chopper geometry weirdness contributed to the fall on
the Stanley Park Seawall. I doubt it would have happened that way on
my civilian bike. It has brighter lamp and handles normally.
I hit the ramped up start of a concrete divider curb where the seawall
path goes split level, a couple hundred meters west of the Lions Gate
Bridge.
Place the top tube just below your knee and the BB against your ankle.
Now fall sideways at ~20 KmH effectively curbing your calf.
I was lucky to not have broken knee and ankle parts too.
Had I been alone, it would have presented a real challenge getting
help at 01:30 on a Saturday. As it was, Margaret Charles Chopper
Collective rode to the rescue. Twelve hrs later I was out of surgery
and entertaining all the friends who came to visit throughout the next
two days in hospital.
I hope to be riding again for my birthday in June.
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