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When I've held onto the reins I've broken my middle finger and trashed all
the ligaments and connecting tissue (it's crooked) or separated my shoulder
(and continued on with the ride in Hurricane Hugo, 24 more miles of pain and
misery such as I've never experienced before or since). Now I let go, if I
think of it--most times I don't.
The funniest thing that ever happened was when I bought a brand new Caliente
(yes, this does date me a bit) and I went out on my Arab/SB cross, Remington
Steele (yes, I watch too much TV), to do a little cross-country
conditioning. We cut across a field to a fence row, looking for a way to go
through the mulitflora, trees and grapevines. After a bit I found a spot,
aimed old Remy through, then realized there was a REALLY low-hanging
branch...Whoa boy...too late! I ducked and lodged my helmut in the crook of
a really sturdy tree limb--tight, so tight I couldn't unbudge it. Remy
continued through, I didn't, and hung suspended from the limb by my helmut
with my feet dangling mere inches from the ground! An eternity later the
limb eased down enough for touchdown and I could then unstrap the helmut and
pry it loose from the tree.
That's not the first time I'd been "swept off my feet", so to
speak--grapevines are a real hazard in our area. I and other riders have
had those doggone things wrap around our throats and drag us off!
I never get on a horse without my helmut--I've been whacked in the head way
too often on trail and bounced off my head when I hit the ground at least
three times with only a light concussion.
I like the looks of those knee pads the rollerbladers use. Hmmm.
Diane
Allentown, PA (expecting sleet again tonight...sigh)
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