I get a feeling each time I go rollerblading the consequences keep getting worse and worse. =P
So I inherited my dad’s old blades I found under the house. I cleaned them up and was amazed that they fit. I’m convinced they never fit him at all since his feet aren’t that small.
Anyway, went out with J again and this time decided to bring B along (it was her first time). All was going well, we were having fun. After an hour we decided to stop for brunch/coffee. We got ten feet from the door (ten feet!) and B fell trying to stop.
We spent the next 7 hours in an ambulance/emergency room. She broke her wrist. Other than that we were all all right. She was an incredibly good sport about it. Only after some prompting and her wrist not getting any better did she let us call 911.
We learned a lot that day though. We had at least %90 of drivers, other cyclists, and pedestrians stop and ask if we needed help or if there was anything they could do. Two people got us some ice and one guy gave us his medical kit. The paramedics were perfect in every way being nothing but supportive, informative, and understanding. The hospital staff was just the same. And I can’t even tell you about all the people we met in the ER; those needing help and those there for friends and family. What did I get out of it? I love my city and all the fantastic people in it.
PS, B said she would go again and wasn’t going to let an experience like that stop her or scare her away from doing it again. She makes me proud.