Out of the blue, the girl jogging on the trail in front of me turned right into my path. There was no time to react. I hit her in a glancing blow, which knocked me off balance. I went down — hard.
My head slammed into the ground. I swear I felt my brain squash against the inside of my skull.
Fortunately my head is still in one piece. I may have a minor concussion, but two days later I’m able to dial a phone number, and to post this article.
I’m sure glad I was wearing my helmet.
The rest of me is not so lucky. First I thought I had broken my hip. Now it seems like just a bad bruise, and a badly pulled groin muscle. I still can’t walk, but I’ll probably be able to in a few days, and be back on my bike in a couple of weeks. (Note: its was almost a month before I could walk without a cane.)
It could have been so much worse — especially without my helmet.
What about the girl I ran into? She was none the worse for wear, and gave me a ride home.
Thanks also to “Cindy,” who stayed to make sure I was OK.
I realize helmets can be a subject of religious war. I happen to agree with people like Mikael Colville-Anderson and Nick Olender, that compulsory helmet laws are bad public policy — even though I wear one myself.
Again, I’m sure glad I was wearing one on Sunday.
See WABA’s page on why cyclists should oppose Maryland’s helmet bill.