I finished my ride yesterday.
Normally, that would hardly be worth mentioning, especially since it's one I've done many times before: to Greenwich, Connecticut and back.
Yesterday, however, marked one year since the crash that ended the life of Arielle, my Mercian Audax Special. It was my first Mercian, so the loss was all the more painful.
Yesterday, I mostly retraced the route I took one year earlier. I must admit that I slowed down a bit more than I needed to, and was especially wary, when I made the turn onto Bonnefoy Avenue in New Rochelle. That is where I crashed: about 30 kilometers from home. Instead of home, I spent the rest of that weekend in Montefiore-New Rochelle's emergency room and Westchester Medical Center's trauma unit.
I was transferred to the latter facility because of the the impact to my face and head. There was "slight" bleeding around my brain, but that healed relatively quickly. After a month, I was back to riding more or less the way I was before.
Ironically, the "dooring" incident I suffered late in October kept me off my bike for longer, and led to a slower recovery, but the accident in New Rochelle had the potential to be more serious. Once the bleeding around my brain subsided and there were no signs of a concussion, I was able to ride without pain: the wounds to my face, while they required stitches, looked worse than they actually were. On the other hand, after the "dooring," I suffered deep lacerations and injuries to my right thigh muscles and knee.
I didn't finish that ride, either. But I made it home yesterday, from Connecticut--and made myself a sumptuous dinner of cavatelli with broccoli rabe and fresh mozzerella, and a dessert of a fresh peach and cherries.
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