Blood, Sweat and Bicycle Helmets

Because they look a bit nerdy I would often cycleMy next sensation was one of total disorientation as I
short and local journeys without the protection of afound myself totally detached from my bicycle. I can't
bicycle helmet, but events on Sunday 28th March 2010actually remember flying though the air but the laws of
changed that perception for me. It was a bit of aphysics became very relevant at this point, I ain't
windy day but nevertheless John, Ryan and I decidedSuperman so it's inevitable that gravity is going to bring
to take a mountain bike ride across Herriot County inme plummeting to the ground sooner rather than later.
the North Yorkshire Moors. The planned route ofIt all happened so quick, I hit the ground and felt a sharp
eleven or so miles was to take us from Langthwaitepain in my left side, then the surreal feeling of being
onto Booze Moor to Washfold through the disusedabsolutely powerless to prevent my head ricochet off
quarry where we pick up some downhill single trackthe rocks. I can vividly recollect focusing on the edge
back to Langthwaite just in time for swift half of bitterof my vented cycle helmet as it hit a sharp rock with a
at the Red lion, the pub used in the TV version of Allbrutal blow. I closed my eyes fully expecting to lose
Creatures Great and Small.consciousness as the impact was miraculously
Leaving Langthwaite Car Park the initial climb shouldabsorbed by the expanded polystyrene foam liners of
have been really hard but uncharacteristically the windthe cycling helmet, a combination of both sickness and
was on our backs pushing us up the steep tarmacrelief quickly ensued as I thought "Thank God I was
road and onto the grouse path which wound its waywearing a helmet".
to Booze Moor. The path across Booze Moor woveOnce I realised that I was in fact conscious and my
erratically up and down and left to right to Hurst Moorhead had actually suffered no damage my first instinct
where we encountered a long sweeping downhillwas to prevent further carnage, I scrambled to my
section that took us to the bridge over Skegdale Beck.feet and dragged my bike away from the main trail. I
The following up-hill climb through the hamlets ofwas enduring severe pain in my left shoulder as I
Washfold and Hurst was head on into the wind. By thisfrantically waved with my right arm to Ryan and John
time I was feeling pleased I'd worn my cycling trousersto a halt before they too nosedived over the rocky
rather than my mountain bike shorts and had theplunge. When they saw my pale traumatized face and
added extra protection of a wind resistant gilet. Thethe blood oozing from the lacerations to my left hip it
climb continued to through the disused Mine Workingsdidn't take them too long work out that this was more
to a stone wall then through the gate across a boggythan a simple tumble. As they dismounted their bikes
section of Fell End Moor, although this was a downhilland approached me I pointed to my left collar bone,
section the wind was so strong that we had tothere was l large lump visibly protruding through the left
navigate the section in granny gear. The next sectionshoulder of my cycling jersey. "Looks like it's broken",
we hit was compact, rocky, proper downhill singlesaid John as helped me remove my back pack and
track which came to a u-bend... then hallelujah the windcycle helmet. "It hurts like hell, but I'm lucky it wasn't my
was behind us again.skull that was smashed" I responded while pointing to
Apart from the wind this was just like any other bikethe severe impression left by the impact in the side of
ride, however, if you'll excuse the pun, things werethe cycling helmet.
about to go downhill from here. John and Ryan wereOn the long walk back to the car with my right arm
stuck behind some ramblers so I was first to round thepushing the bike and my left arm tucked, sling style,
u-bend. The section was straight and fast with superbinside my half zipped cycling jersey, I had time to
views of the Akengathdale Valley, just ahead on thereflect on incident and how lucky I had really been. The
trail I saw a technical rocky section that stepped fairlyannoying thing is I still don't know what I did wrong, but
steeply down about three to four foot, immediatelythe realisation of what could have been if I wasn't
ahead of that was a second u-bend that droppedwearing a cycling helmet still haunts me. The trip to the
steeply to the right.hospital revealed that I had torn the ligaments that hold
I applied the brakes to ensure that I traversed the firstmy collar bone in place, it may heal it's self or I may
obstacle at a sensible speed and moved my weightneed surgery, either way it's looks like that I will have a
behind the mountain bike saddle to ensure safedeformed shoulder for life. I can live with that! It's got to
negotiation of the stepped rocky feature. As I wentbe a million times better than a life time of being spoon
through the obstacle I felt a satisfying pulsation throughfed liquidised food.
the handle bars that told me the bikes front and rearI never did get that half of bitter at the Red Lion but I
suspension were reacting perfectly to each step indid get a new helmet to replace my damaged one, it
unison. As my front wheel cleared the last step mynow goes with me on every cycle journey, no matter
thoughts turned to the well deserved half of bitter inhow short.
the Red Lion about another mile or so down the trail.