Friday morning, I did a quick 20 mile loop on an isolated road. After climbing to the top (maybe 800 feet) one turns around and gets going pretty quick despite lots of turns. There is always a fair amount of wildlife and Friday I had to make my way through group of a dozen or more wild turkeys who had convened a meeting in the middle of the road.
The next day, a friend from my childhood who continues to be my sister's closest friend, happened to be riding down the same road, ahead of her group (she's a very big gal and, perhaps to make up for her poor climbing skills, loves to bomb on the downhills). As of late Saturday she was in the San Jose Regional Trauma Center with three broken cervical vertebrae. Fortunately, she has feeling and movement in all four limbs, but not full use of her hands (tough, since she's a court reporter for a Superior Court judge). The docs are optimistic she'll recover most or all of her motor skills, but she faces three months of intense physical therapy. She doesn't remember the accident, but after further reflection, believes the last thing she saw was a deer.
Yet another reason why I tend to be a wuss on the downhills.
The next day, a friend from my childhood who continues to be my sister's closest friend, happened to be riding down the same road, ahead of her group (she's a very big gal and, perhaps to make up for her poor climbing skills, loves to bomb on the downhills). As of late Saturday she was in the San Jose Regional Trauma Center with three broken cervical vertebrae. Fortunately, she has feeling and movement in all four limbs, but not full use of her hands (tough, since she's a court reporter for a Superior Court judge). The docs are optimistic she'll recover most or all of her motor skills, but she faces three months of intense physical therapy. She doesn't remember the accident, but after further reflection, believes the last thing she saw was a deer.
Yet another reason why I tend to be a wuss on the downhills.
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