Jerusalem, Israel, Feb 8 2005
I left to work that morning like any other day. A brief 10 minute ride on my yellow vespa scooter. The 7hp bike was great for getting around Jerusalem, and way easier to park than a car. Rain had fallen that morning and the roads where a bit slick, but I ridden in worse weather on less predictable paths. As I accelerated up the hill of a main blvd, the throttle got stuck on full speed and I was unable to slow down. I squeezed on the break which reduced my speed, but as soon as I let go, it continued accelerating towards an upcoming intersection, I squeezed again, much hard this time and the bike slowed down, the front wheel locked and the back wheel kept pushing, sending me into a fish tail. I began falling to the left and compensated by steering right and the bike SLAMED down. I broke my fall with my arms and seemed ok, then the rush of pain from my leg began.
People stopped. Ambulance came, I was at the hospital. I was put under morphine. The fall of the bike had crushed my Tibia like a twig.
The fibula was also broken, but a minor break. The doctor told me I would need surgery, but later told me I wouldn't. I spent the night at the hospital and went home the next day.