099 OUCH, damn, damn, damn it, OUCH!

Taking a Tumble

Seria is the town where black gold springs from the sea fueling the affluence of the Sultan and subjects. As we approached the T junction I slowed to turn in for lunch when Cat yelled, “Car!” Still unsure of the right side mirror I tried to pull left but began to fall. Clipped into the pedals I made a one point landing on my right shoulder. OUCH! Dazed, I lay on the hot pavement with thoughts of a body cast ending to this SE Asian tour. A van with the Red Cresent pulled up and the driver leaned out the window and asked, “Are you fine sir?” Over my whimpering Cat said, “Yes we’re fine, thank you.” Well I wasn’t fine and wished for help. My left foot was trapped between the handle bars and bike frame. The pain wouldn’t allow pushing with my right arm. I wallowed and finally freed my foot then took several minutes to crawl to the edge of the road. Even standing up was a struggle without the use of my arm.

After what seemed and eternity I pulled the bike up, left arm only, surveyed her and found no damage. We rode on into Seria. I could prop my right arm on the handlebar and unless I moved it the pain was managable. We ate in a grocery store food court and I HURT!