It was Monday morning; I was commuting into Boston, as I have done 100 times before. The three cylinders oh my 97 Thunderbird, churning harmoniously. Huntington Avenue is a very busy thoroughfaire, as it serves as a two lane road into town. It was a lovely day. That was about to change.
Suddenly, traffic stops!
BRAKE. SWERVE RIGHT. I clip the bumper of the Prius in front of me. The bike goes down, and I with it.
I land hard on my right shoulder. I didn't roll or slide.
I just popped up on to my feet. Embarassed, and humiliated.
I walk over to the sidewalk. A cast of well intentioned folks gather. Pull off my gloves; 10 fingers. Good.
I reach up to remove my DOT/SNELL full face. It is at this point when I notice that my right shoulder is hurting something wild. I look over at the bike. She is lying in street, spilling fuel onto the street... like a slaughtered beast.
Then, Boston's best arrive in the form of Police, Fire and EMTs. Clearly, they have done this before.
The EMTs convince me to take a ride over to the hospital for a once-over.
The verdict:
a distal fracture of the clavicle.
I will visit an ortho on Friday to see if it requires a pin.
The Thunderbird...
I await the prognosis
This could have been A LOT worse...
