a fellow guide stacked it last year in the hills around Trento, Italy. the un-capped bar spiked her in the gut. she was air-lifted to Trento and spent two weeks in care. the bar dug itself deep inside her gut and she lost half her stomach. she can no longer eat meat and can’t tolerate as much alcohol as before – a big problem for a girl from munich….
the doctors said that if she’d arrived 30 minutes later at the hospital there was a very good chance she might hae died.
whilst guiding over winter on Gran Canaria one roadie died after drifting across the road, getting bumped by a car and then falling head first onto the kerb stone (by chance i road past this guy when the ambulance and police were there. he was clearly dead – a pool of blood that had originated from his mouth surrounded him and his eyes were glazed over. horrid), another ended up in intensive care after a heart attack and one swedish guy paralysed himself trying to impress some girls by going fast, locking his back wheel in a hairpin, losing it, hitting the deck and sliding underneath the crash barrier and falling/tumbling 40m down a cliff.
on one of my tours a guy literally lost his face after not paying enough attention to his direction of travel relative to the road. he crashed into a concrete storm drain about 1ft deep by two feet across. his fall was slowed by his face grinding down the rock face above the drain.
i jumped off my bike and luckily there were three other people who saw it happen. i jumped down into the drain and landed in a pool of blood. the guy was face down and all around his head there was a pool of blood. i was scared. i thought the blood was coming from his ears or mouth. luckily the guy was still conscious. we sat him up and shaded him. his right cheek was open – a two inch, messy gash – and the bone was visible. he had his hand over his mouth and was mumbling that it hurt. i told him that he’d have to show me what the problem was otherwise i couldn’t help him. he removed his hand and his whole top lip came away in his hand until it was hanging by a thread of skin. it like something out of a film. i unwrapped a sterile patch and told him to press it firmly onto (what remained of) his lip and not to try talking.
it seemed like an eternity before the ambulance showed up. the worst part was hearing its sirens echoing around the valleys for at least 30 minutes before it arrived.
he got taken to hospital and ended up having skin grafts from his arse plastered onto his face to reconstruct his upper lip.
and the irony of it was is that this happened after i had a led the group down some rather tricky, loose, rocky singletrail and 15m away from where i’d told the group to take care on this twisty windy asphalt descent.
overall… not something i’d like to go through again…
i had some other incidents to deal with whilst on GC – a few broken collar bones; a guy that ripped the tendons that hold the ankle together and could no longer stand or pedal; one guy who drifted off the road and tumbled 10m down a cliff through cacti and shrubbery and landing a few metres ahead of a bumused member of our group; one guy who got taken out by some idiot resulting in his forearm bone sticking out through the skin and his elbow ripped open to the bone; several broken ribs; a few embedded cactus needles; plenty of grazes; and lots of punctures.