“Best ride of the year RC. Thanks so much!” It was the third such text from local legend Harold Preston. You’d think after reading them that we had just returned from an all-day epic in Squamish, BC, or Hurricane, Utah – not a one-hour, cross-country loop on our home trails in San Diego.
Some of you may know Preston. He’s one of the better bike-handlers in my city, an indomitable spirit, and a trusted PB test rider who often appears in my bike reviews. A while back, Preston parted company with his bike at the top of a tricky compression drop and ended up with two plates and a number of stainless steel screws inside of his left shoulder. The surgeon handed down a three-month sentence: “No mountain biking until we get that plate out.”
Harry handled the news surprisingly well and, within a week he was on a stationary bike, preparing in earnest for a swift return to his rightful place on the Southland’s Strava reports. By the half-way point, Harry was secretly training on his road bike, still deliriously optimistic, but by the beginning of month three, I could sense the strain in his voice. He was over it. So, I returned a favor.
“Harry. I’m riding this afternoon. You’re coming with me,” I texted. “I’ll be at your house at three.”
Crashing with a plate could hand-grenade his healing process. I assured Harry that we would take it easy. I chose a zone with numerous turns and grade changes, and steered away from jumps and technical descents. My plan went out the window in thirty seconds. Harry was tentative when we first rolled out, but then the supercharger kicked in and it was foot-out, flat-out - almost an hour of drifting and dodging oak trees. I was riding at the top of my game just to stay in contact. The mountain bike had worked its magic. Harry was radiant.
Five months earlier, I suffered a different fate with a similar outcome: two unexpected crashes and two minor concussions. I’m pretty good at mitigating crashes when I can anticipate the danger, but the dirt was moist and tacky, the trails were freshly tuned, and I was flying downhill, relaxed, and riding at 85-percent. What could have gone wrong? The short version for the first off was: bike, no bike, then sky-ground-sky-ground… I had to piece together the second one from clues, because I woke up face down. Two helmets in as many months. The doctor said it would be both foolish and permanent to risk rattling my brain even slightly for a long time, and she ordered me off my bike.
Four weeks crawled by. I anticipated great news about a record recovery at my follow-up visit, but all I got was: “As you age, head trauma becomes far more serious and recovery intervals increase.”
I was fine, at least I felt fine. The doctor asked in an off-handed way, if I had returned from the grocery store recently only to discover that I had duplicated items which I had purchased a week earlier. Damn! Turns out that self-diagnosing one’s state of mind after a good rattle is like self-assessing one’s ability to carry on an intelligent conversation at a bar with a non-inebriated love interest after one drink too many. It rarely goes well.
When the doc finally did give me the OK to ride, it was not the celebration I expected. She knew I rode bikes for a living and grudgingly gave me the nod, followed by a number of phrases like: “no jarring impacts,” “mild exercise,” and “utmost care.” What I heard was: “Bla bla bla …You can ride your bike …bla bla bla bla.” I wasted no time. I was kitted up, tires pressurized, and bike loaded in less than an hour after my checkup. I rode solo. No peer pressure. Just an easy roll on a familiar loop.
It was awful. Trying so hard not to crash virtually ensured that I would. I missed lines. I foot-dabbed easy drops. There was no flow in my ride. Was my brain still addled, or was I overcautious and overthinking everything? I regretted taking so much time off.
Not so long ago, I would have shaken off those crashes and been “back on the horse” the next day, but new studies related to long-term effects of head trauma reveal that minor concussions – the ones most of us once laughed off – can have cumulative and permanent consequences. Once you know something, you can’t un-know it. I had visions of ending my mountain biking career on a mobility scooter, helping my caregiver pick out my favorite baby food flavors at Walmart.
Salvation came a short while later in the form of a phone call: “RC. Let’s ride this afternoon! Meet me at my house at three. I’ll take it easy on you – I promise!” It was Harold Preston. Of course, he was lying. We blasted cross-country trails at full gas until sunset. It was the best ride of the year.
– Lorraine Truong
Source (a great read btw): www.descent-world.co.uk/2016/08/02/brain-injuries-in-mountain-biking-are-we-doing-enough
Indeed, do not f*ck with head injuries.
Thank god a hiker found my bike and then me. Strava showed me wandering around off trail in big circles in the rocky desert for a half hour.
A bit scary,but it looks funny.
The good thing is i can buy Bluerays of my favorite movies and can watch them 2 years apart and have no idea whats going to happen,but i know im going to like it.
Glass half full.
It certainly changes the way you approach riding.
Life rolls on......
I'm glad that you are okay.
Seems like ages since we've all been out together! Fingers crossed for 2017!
Haaaa that's good
After riding my old 26er at a skate board park, I was manual-ing through the parking lot. I wasn't covering the rear brake (duh) and the bike came back on me. My sticky shoes,spiky pedals and hard asphalt were a perfect storm, tibia shattered, fibula broken as well.
It took me FOREVER to recover because I am old and I stressed the breaks early and often. I cut quite the figure at the bike parks and trail centers with a cleat on my orthopedic (orthoshredic) boot! However, I know this delayed my full recovery.
It's been almost four years now, and I still can't dunk (but I never could before ).
If you haven't already, check with your doc about getting an OA brace. Mine was cheap (~$100) and makes riding much more comfortable.
I've never had any major impacts to my head, but broken bones in the last couple of years have taught me that going for a sketchy, big ass sender in the woods isn't worth the ensuing time off the bike and potential for lifelong impacts to my mobility, etc.
Best 30 seconds of my life ????
Then, the weather we got started to RAIN every damn weekend. To make things even worse my Fork had to get sent to get repaired. On top of that I sprained by wrist while road cycling to work because some jerk in his car didn't stop while coming out of a parking lot.
7 weeks it took for my wrist to get better enough to go back to mountain biking and only 2 weeks later I get into another road bike accident coming home from work Not my fault as the person who crashed into tried to pass a few joggers and didn't yield to on coming cyclists...like me.
That crash broke my middle finger. Now it's been 3 weeks and I am recovering fast but still not able to mountain bike.
Best Ride of the Year for me? Any one of the rides I got to ride.
If I'm honest it's still sore as hell, NHS has given my physio but said that they won't operate to repair the shoulder for 8 months! At this stage I'd already been not riding for 2 months bar a bit of the turbo trainer. Now I can just about tolerate the road bike commuting back and for work but the turbo trainer was really breaking my spirit especially as we had such a nice summer and I knew from the Whatsapp group that the boys were all out shredding.
I'm not supposed to be riding but I did bust out the DH bike last week for a little blast at our local spot. It was sore and but I can ride. Very tentatively at first by buy he end of the day I was hooning a little too much may be but hey, commit or eat shit.
New AM rig is arriving next week, the physio has cleared me to ride the road bike (he didn't explicitly say it but I'm pretty sure he meant MTB too) just said whatever you do, don't fall off... Well Hey, I never did that on purpose anyway but yes I will do my best to avoid falling off...
Now I know that I'm probably not doing the right thing and may well be aggravating the injury but if I'm not riding I'm miserable, don't see so much or my mates and miss the quiet zen moment of blazing down a trail flat out thinking of nothing but you, the bike and the trail!
Re-injure your head, maybe never feel quite like yourself again, let alone ride again.
Smash the shoulder, bend some plates, maybe never use your shoulder again, let alone ride.
Mountain biking has risks, we all know that, but riding injured is a surefire way to f**k it up.