Last time was 2 1/2 years ago in Austria, the loose gravel pulled the back wheel of the mountain bike out from under me
. I rode back to the nearest car park and would have cycled back to base, but my dearly beloved and my cousin insisted that I should stop there, with my cousin riding ahead and bringing the car to drive me to A&E to get cleaned up ...
Much to everybody's surprise I came out of the treatment room with a plaster cast (after much digging for bits of gravel
), as there was a deep hole just below the knee, very close to the Bursa synovialis (or in German: Schleimbeutel, which translates literally as slime bag
) and they felt it would heal faster if the knee was immobilised ... I spent the next 10 days reading books on the balcony and looking longingly at the mountains in the sunshine
, with the plaster removed just before we left for home again...
Before that ... in 1993
(needed some stitches above the left eye brow)
Before that ... got caught in tram lines when not paying attention, but got off lightly as I sort of managed to jump off as the bike went down.
Before that ... when I was a kid and learnt to cycle (?)
Don't tempt fate too often, if there is an easy solution
T