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Survey: How often do people crash and get badly bruised?(14 posts)

Survey: How often do people crash and get badly bruised?elviento
May 21, 2002 8:34 AM
Just curious.

Another interesting observation is hairy pros don't shave their arms, although their arms can have more hair than others' legs and are equally likely to get bruised in a crash. Peter Van Petegan (spelling?), for example.
No real pattern to my crashes or accidentsonespeed
May 21, 2002 8:47 AM
I just go down every once in a while.

Been hit by 3 cars badly. The 1st, one year into messengering; had my shoulder rebuilt. 2nd, 7 years later and ended my messengering career; just didnt want to get hit again. 3rd in February on 9W in NJ while on a ride from behind; the guy just nailed me at 45-50mph.

I am lucky the 3rd one didnt mess me up more. I am riding just as strongly now if not more now. I did the Montauk Century on my fixed on Sunday.

My experience is that there is no real pattern. It is all about exposure time. The more time you spend on your bike, the more likely you are to get hit or go down. There are some people that never go down or get hit; they are the lucky ones. None of these accidents were ever my fault, it was a lapse on the driver's part. I wear my helmet and watch cars not lights, but it is still a dangerous sport this thing we call biking.

In my opinion there are cyclists that have gone down and there are those that are going to go down.
I crashed the other nightAllisonHayes
May 21, 2002 8:47 AM
at a friend's house. I woke up bruised all over and couldn't remember a thing.

Oh, you're talking about biking, aren't you? Nevermind.
I remember reading somewherePaulCL
May 21, 2002 9:00 AM
that the average cyclist will go down every 4500 miles. Where they got that number, I don't know.

Hmmmm. Let's think. 4500 miles. @18mph, that's 250 hours. Maybe it was based on some survey.
That's weird...b_spiwak
May 21, 2002 2:31 PM
I had my first bad fall (first fall on the road, actually, after falling a lot while MTBing...) last Sunday in a race. It's funny you should mention that the average rider falls every 4500 miles, because I've been riding for a little less than two years, and I would say that's almost EXACTLY what I've ridden!
me: thrice in 9 months, 4500kmweiwentg
May 21, 2002 9:06 AM
sorry, my comp is configured in metric. first crash: my fault, hit a branch and went down. road rash to shoulder, hip and face. latter left no scars, first two did. second crash: not my fault; some idiot violated the centerline rule, came in from the side. then the whole pack went down, or, in my case, flying. ask rtolle, we were in the same pack and he has a better idea of what happened. bruised ribs, road rash to elbow and hip. the latter left quite a big scar. third crash: not completely my fault. some idiot crashed in front of me. I hit my brakes and damn near endoed. when I released the brake, I hit the bugger. and endoed. and broke the collarbone. small patch of road rash near the shoulder. surgery to the collarbone; seems to be doing OK.
I'd imagine people crash and get bruised on a daily basis.SteveO
May 21, 2002 9:07 AM
only 4 road crashes since '87 including track and racing. -NMTig
May 21, 2002 9:26 AM
I barely crash.. except this once..arslan - just got a TCR 2 -
May 21, 2002 12:02 PM
when I was mountain biking. See, I was being all mr. conquer-everything and stuff, and you know, I did quite a lot of good stunts too, well in my book anyway.
Ok, after doing all my "super" stunts I was heading home on a trail that entered into a park and decided to change trails to another one running parallel to mine (which would get me home faster) with some grass between the two trails. So as I do, I see this not-so elevated and definately not round but grassy surface in my way and decide to jump it and let my imagination do the rest. So I go really fast imagining stupid stuff, and when I get there it turns out to be more than I had anticipated, no worry, I go faster to counter it, and as I'm there my tire hits a rock, fairly big one that I hadn't seen, and stops,
And me, I fly off my bike, straight over the handlebar and land flat on my chest, skid around a bit and end up on the trail feeling nothing. Oh, and than after five minutes or so laying there the pain comes!, oh, that hurt!. I had tons of bruises, but it was all good, a one time flying experience.
Now that I mainly road bike, I haven't crashed yet. But it's been only, what, like 3 months.
Yep, crashing is a big part of MTB riding! -nmTig
May 21, 2002 12:58 PM
Yep, crashing is a big part of MTB riding! -nmlaffeaux
May 21, 2002 3:57 PM
Yep, I can't count the number of MTB crashes I've had. I generally limit my count to those that were serious enough to take me off of the bike for an extended period of time (i.e. several days or weeks).

I've not crashed a road bike since high school (and I'm 35 now). I've skidded off the road a couple of times, but never hit the pavement.
Crash, no bruises...Andy M-S
May 21, 2002 12:34 PM
Friday, August 13, 1999, 7:45 AM. I was on my way to work, coming south-south-west down a nice, gradual hill at around 27 MPH. I'm heading toward a green light, there are cars waiting on the other side, but I know that they have a no left turn (red arrow), so I'm cruising toward the intersection when the guy at the light looses patience and swings his Maverick (slowly) directly across my path.

It's a long half second. You look at the alternatives and do a whole mess of physics calculations without meaning to.

I had enough speed to pass clean in front of him, but that would mean I'd hit a brick wall. Going straight, I would T-bone him. I knew I didn't have the room to stop, so I started to head around behind him when the driver looks uphill--at me--for the first time and...

Steps on his brakes.

I squeezed my RX100 DP's for all I had, and, still upright, still controlling the bike, smacked my Bianchi into the car just at the right rear wheel--which would have been open air if the driver had kept going. I unclipped and flew over the trunk. I balled up tight, landed on my shoulders, and unrolled, flat, in the middle of the road, about 20 feet ssw of the intersection.

Damage? Frame was totaled, rear wheel tacoed, and was I ever going to ride that stem and those bars again?? Nyet! Zefal hPX pump bent but functional!. Helmet cracked from hitting the pavement when I unrolled. Cargo? One Mont Blanc fountain pen in my saddlebag, cracked. Body? One rib, broken in back. Road rash and/or external bruises? None. I still wear the same bright red jersey, and it shows no signs of damage.

How I avoided rash I'll never know, but I swear that accident just about turned my hair white!
No comment! The Cycling Gods may punish you simply for asking. (nm)grandemamou
May 21, 2002 1:34 PM
re: Survey: How often do people crash and get badly bruised?Wafer
May 21, 2002 2:37 PM
I have yet to crash since picking up road cycling, but have had more than a few "spectacular get-offs" in many years of MTBing.

The most recent was a beauty. I was near the end of a long, technical ride and had really pushed myself for the entire loop--going as fast as possible for many miles in a race against myself and the clock. So, on the last descent on the way to the car, I relaxed and let my guard down on a steep, loose downhill and was far too stingy with the brakes. When I leaned into a moderate turn (going over 20 mph), my front tire washed out on a thin patch of sand and I was instantly airborne. Thank goodness I was able to get off on the low side and quickly unclip, but I still managed to do a mini-Superman followed by an 15-foot slide on my hands, side and hip, down the hill.

When I picked myself up, I realized that I had managed the perfect high-speed crash, or so I thought. The padding of my full-finger gloves, the nylon of the shorts and the shoulder of my longsleeve jersey had taken the brunt of the impact, leaving me surprisingly unbloodied and unbroken. Once I saw that the bike was similarly unscarred, I felt so unbelievably cocky at my good fortune that I let out a wail of glee.

By that night I couldn't stand up straight. The force of the impact had wrenched my lower back so badly that I was nearly incapacitated for six days. Thank heaven for Advil. And I will never laugh at a wreck (of my own) again.

Having said that, I would much rather wreck on the dirt any day of the week than to get up-close and personal with a strip of unforgiving pavement. I know it will happen sooner or later, but I am NOT looking forward to it.