So does having a broken collarbone suck as much as people say? To sum it up, yes.
I’ve eschewed taking narcotics as they have a bunch of nasty side effects.
1. dizziness
2. nausea
3. constipation
Yeah- that’s right. You get stoppered up- like real bad. You take happy pills? No poo for you! Well, the swelling that held the bones in place has gone down- and now the bones are sliding all over the place. Ewwww….
Here’s the x-ray that was taken.

Well, how did I get to this point? It all started out well with a great start- attacking on the first lap and then hanging out with Sal Bondi and Wes Swearingen. Third through the finish after the first lap- a group caught and we got back onto the gravel road section after the start area. During the drop to the right I followed a guy who went over a rock- front wheel slid out and I went over to the left. You know something is going wrong- then you feel yourself going down. There’s a moment of panic, then a moment of “oh crap” then a moment of resignation. Then you hit.
Impact.
You hear riders whooshing by.
Shoulder and left side numb. Bad. It’s a terrible feeling with your heart racing and your body screaming that something is wrong. You don’t want to move. I try to move out of the way of guys coming down the hill.
“You OK?!!!”
Can’t respond, curled up in shock and in pain. Finally Mark Blackwelder arrives along with another rider.
“Can you move?”
“Yeah.”
I move over. It seems like minutes later, but probably only seconds…
“Can you get up?”
“I think so.”
Mustering myself, I stand up. I try to shake it off. I look at my bike, both shifters are bent inwards at the wrong angles. My kit is shredded, there’s blood. It goes through my head, I’ll ride back to the start.
Terri comes over, followed by Brad and Bonnie in a truck. Bonnie checks me out and gives me the bad news.
“It’s broken.”
My season is over.
I get a ride back in Brad’s truck- the radio crackles to life and I hear of other riders down. I quickly forget about my season and worry about the other rider. Brad drives backwards along the course and stops to check on what looks to be an injured rider- Justin Serna is there with a junior. I hop out to check but Brad barks at me to get back in. I reluctantly comply.
We arrive at medical but Bonnie is helping out the other injured rider. Jan Moss stops prepping for her race and immediately starts helping me- cleaning out the deep gouge and the road rash. Jan gets a huge shout out for that. I watch while my race finishes- the guys are coming in exhausted. Racers come over and I ask how their races went. They offer their sympathy but I’m more interested in them.
Jan and T-Girl then pack me up and off to the hospital. Later I heard that news of my crash had spread like wildfire. Thanks to all those who sent me well wishes. It truly drove home how much of a community we have. We’re lucky here and I’m the luckiest guy alive to be doing what I do for such a wonderful group of people.
Get well to Sierra, Jeff, Carson, Dave and any others who were injured!