Yesterday my 2016 luck just continued. And that isn’t a good thing. I decided to go outside and brave the drizzle, wind and cold and ride. I thought I’d just go for an hour or so, but I felt pretty good and decided to just ride into headwind until I felt like turning around. The wind was mainly from the west, but a little north.
Pretty soon I was on a real ride. I felt pretty great, at least for January, and my power was super. So I rode about an hour out against a 30 mph headwind and started back. My average wattage was approaching 300, but I knew that would go down with tailwind.
Fast forward a few miles and I am about 8 miles from home. One hill left. I decided I’d sprint the hill and call it a day. I’m not too big right now hauling through town, mainly because of all the sand on the roads, but also since I really can’t use my left hand, which is my rear brake on my cyclocross bike.
Anyway, I am at the bottom of the hill and get off my seat to sprint and next thing I know I’m going over my bars. I was using the Bar Mitts, so my hands were essentially stuck on my brake levers. That was a pretty weird feeling. Kind of like toeclips for your hands. Before I hit the ground, I realized that my right pedal had broken. But, I was wrong. My right crank arm broke at the pedal spindle.
On Strava, it said I was only going 23.8, but I hit pretty hard. I got up slow, cursing the whole time. I was standing in the middle of the road and a Highway Patrol car pulled up with his lights on. He said he was going at me from the other direction and saw the whole thing. He asked if I was alright and I told him yes, not really knowing if that was true.
He told me he would give me a ride home, but I told him I was okay. I told him my crank arm broke and needed to find my pedal. I thought it should be connected to my shoe, but it wasn’t. The officer got out and helped me look, but it wasn’t around. I thanked him again and he took off.
I decided to call Trudi, but she didn’t answer. She was out riding. I looked for the pedal and piece of crank arm again, but no luck. I had fallen on a bridge and it must have just went off the edge. I walked down the rock pile they had put for erosion, but soon realized I would be frozen by the time I might find it.
So I got on my bike and rode home, left leg only. The first hill I was only climbing about 7 mph and I knew I had 8 miles, so thought it was going to take a while. But I was riding mainly tailwind and when I got on the flats, I was cruising mid 20’s. So, I got home fine. For sure this is the furthest I’ve ever ridden with one leg. It wasn’t so bad. I averaged 186 watts. Maybe I should try it more often?
My bike was a mess. My cranks, obviously, were ruined. The arms had a Quarq power meter attached, so that isn’t good. Plus I destroyed my Bar Mitts and did a number on my Dura-Ace Di2 carbon levers. Plus, lost my right pedal.
Clothing, I destroyed my booties, gloves and thermal jersey. My hat and tights made it out unscathed.
My body could have been worse, but it isn’t great. Of course, I re-injured my thumb. That is a given. But I also broke the ring finger on my same hand, (left). I’m going to head over and get an x-ray this morning to see if it is displaced. Plus another one of my thumb. My left hand is a mess. Plus I tweaked my neck, hitting the ground somewhat headfirst. That will get better I think.
The good part is that I was going pretty well. Was thinking about searching for a race to do. I better put that on the back burner until I figure this all out.
Later yesterday, I drove back over to the crash site and searched for my pedal and crank arm piece for about 30 minutes. It is super bad luck it happened there. I think it went off the bridge and went down between a bunch of rocks. I’m really not that interested in looking anymore.
What are the chances of my crank arm breaking? I guess it happens sometimes. Okay, maybe that is it for the year? I can only hope.