The bike crash and the cracked helmet

My husband is a keen cyclist, who recently took part in the 100 mile Ride London bike ride. After a couple of weeks of taking it easy following Ride London, he was back into going for 50 mile bike rides on a Sunday morning.

The last thing I always say to him when he leaves the house is ‘ride safely’.

Because cyclists have accidents. They’re pretty vulnerable on the roads, when drivers are being stupid or inconsiderate, or there are potholes in the road. My husband had never had an accident before, but most cyclists seem to have them at some point. There was a part of me that always thought it was only a matter of time.

And so it was at 8.30 on Sunday morning. I was just finishing off a bit of work and preparing to wake my daughter, when my husband rang. I knew something wasn’t right. It was too early. He usually rings when he has a stop halfway. He wouldn’t be halfway.

‘I’m OK but… I’ve had quite a bad crash, can you come and pick me up?’

He said I should take his car and one of the boys to navigate. Of course I had to take my daughter too, as I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone. I woke my daughter and my younger son. I told my daughter not to panic, but she immediately burst into tears. My daughter really, really loves her Daddy.

We were in the car within 10 minutes of the phone call. On my way out of town I suddenly panicked. Was I driving the wrong car? I hate driving my husband’s car, it’s too big and it confuses me. But I was driving so smoothly, surely I’d accidentally taken my car? But no, I was driving my husband’s car, with space to shove a bike in the back.

We drove for 45 minutes through the Cotswolds to find him. It was remarkable how far he’d cycled in only an hour and a half. Just before we got to him, I noticed a hospital with a minor injuries unit. That was good to know. Just in case.

He’d been given a lift by a kind lady who worked at a local tourist attraction. She’d driven him there to clean up a bit and given him a cup of tea. He was waiting at the entrance to the tourist attraction with another cyclist, who had obviously stopped to see how he was. He was smiling and talking, but there was blood all down his leg. A lot of blood. I’d probably brought the wrong son with me (my younger son really hates blood).

He showed me all his injuries, which went from his shoulder, all the way down his body to the gory knee. There were cuts on both hands, and one was very swollen. There was a rip in his lovely Ride London cycling top. Most worryingly of all, or maybe best of all, there was a crack in his cycling helmet. Without that helmet, he might not be here today. He certainly wouldn’t have been capable of standing up and chatting normally, despite the blood and pain.

Husband, Bike crash, 365, 366

I’m embarrassed to admit that I was so focused on my husband and his injuries, that I didn’t even realise that the ‘random cyclist’ was actually his friend. He goes cycling with him from time-to-time, but I hadn’t realised he was cycling with him that day.

From the large number of injuries, I decided we would take advantage of the hospital we’d spotted down the road.

They patched up his gory leg on arrival to stop it from bleeding further, then we sat in the waiting room. After half an hour, he was ready to leave and go home to clean himself up in the shower. I was starting to worry about whether we’d make it back for my son’s football match, but he was soon called in.

It was a good job we went to the hospital. It took a full 45 minutes and a lot of NHS gauzes, bandages, tweezers and antiseptic wipes to clean him up. There was a huge amount of grit in his leg, plus he needed his hands and shoulder cleaning up. They felt the very swollen hand wasn’t broken and they also checked his head. As he hadn’t been sick and didn’t have blurred vision, they were happy that he wasn’t concussed, although we were given a head injuries leaflet to let us know what signs to look out for.

And they kept telling him how lucky he was. If he hadn’t have been wearing a helmet, it would have been a very different story.

In true husband style, he drove himself home, had a quick bath and was at my son’s football within an hour of getting home. He didn’t even have a paracetamol until he went to bed that night. He’s not good at resting, but he’s found himself getting tired. His whole body has been aching and his shoulder is stiff. He’s been to the GP’s surgery to get his dressing on his knee changed.

It’s going to be a few weeks until he can go out on his bike or play football again. It’s going to be a few days until he stops aching.

But I can’t stop thinking about how lucky he was.

Helmet, Bike crash, Cycling, Husband

Author: Sarah Mummy

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11 Comments

  1. Oh wow, what a lovely relief that he was wearing his helmet. I hope he recovers quickly, it’s frustrating not being able to exercise, sometimes that’s worse than the pain from the injury!
    Nat.x

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    • Thanks. I told him it doesn’t matter that he can’t exercise, but I know I would hate it myself! x

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  2. I’m so glad he’s ok. I’m still waiting for that call ….. As a nation we’re a long way off having a cycling friendly mentality/landscape. I hate that my kids can’t cycle on some of the roads round here because they’re just too narrow, fast and dangerous.

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    • I really hope you don’t get that call! The roads really aren’t geared for cyclists 🙁

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  3. What a dreadful shock and thank goodness for the helmet x

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  4. Oh my goodness Sarah thank goodness he is okay. What a shock for you all. And what an important lesson about cycle helmets. Xx

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  5. So glad he’s ok. It sounded all a bit scary when it happened and the grit in his leg sounds painful. So good that he was wearing a helmet and it just goes to show how important they are. Hope he’s getting his strength back day by day x

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  6. Oh gosh! He really was lucky! What a shock for you all….I’m so glad your hubby was OK x

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  7. Oh Sarah you must have been so worried and thank goodness he is ok. It really does go to show how important helmets are. Hope he is on the mend now x

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  8. That helmet did take a battering didn’t it? Just as well it was that and not his head.

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  9. So many cyclist dont wear a helmet, and I have never understood why, thanks goodness he was. How did it happen?
    Hope he is healing ok and keeping on top of the dressings

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