This is why we can't have nice things, part II

Night ride last night in the Fells. One last shakedown before Great Glen. I'm riding down this rock face, with a turn in it, not really paying too much attention since it's pretty rideable during the day.

But, I kind of get stuck, so I decide I need to dismount. Unfortunately I'm running handlebar lights so I can't see anything to the right side of my bike. Ordinarily I would jump the bar, but I can't see the landing, so I kind of just lay down.

On the way down I bash my knee on a rock. It hurts. A lot. I start swearing, loudly. Alex asks me if I'm ok. I say I'm ok, I'm ok, I've definitely felt pain like this before. I think it's subsiding.

Then I look at my knee.

Did you know that your kneecap is white, far whiter than your skin? Yep. Kind of remarkable, although I wish I could get that image out of my head.

I would have been in much bigger trouble if Alex wasn't there. I call Justin, mainly because involving other people seems like the right thing to do. He's going to meet me at South Border Rd, a little over a mile away. Alex walks with me, taking one bike -- it's not like she can really help since I am hobbling, bend over with both hands holding my knee together.

After the least fun 25 minutes of my life, I make it to the road and into Justin's car. And off to the ER I go.

I won't get into the details of what happened at the ER, but I almost bit through my finger trying to distract myself from the pain when they actually started fixing me.

Anyway, I'm not dying of blood loss in the woods, so I'm trying to be happy, but all I can think about is how I'm not going to get to race Great Glen after getting pumped about this race for 2 months!!

The doctor said that if I could deal with the pain the 3 days I could ride. As I sit here, I have trouble believing that will actually happen, but you never know. If Vino can do it, so can I, right?

Pass the extra blood cells, please.