Quality food with Alfredo the Warrior

My week of recovering from the crash

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Finally I can type this blog with two hands, as it was difficult to type with just one hand few days ago!

First of all, thanks for all of your messages of support, I really do appreciate it.


So what happened?… well, I’m a bit embarrassed to explain really, as it was my own fault. The race last Saturday was the Championship Trophy Madrid – Escribano Memorial, based in Alcala de Henares, Madrid, about an hour’s drive from our team meeting point in Fuenlabrada. The race started in the late afternoon, and I felt confident that I would be strong and be able to help my teammate to win the Madrid regional Championship.


Early in the race I was in the good position all the way, and when we reached the big climb, one of the teams put the pressure on and managed to blow the peloton apart, but I kept my tempo high and managed to stay with the peloton. Once we had reached the top of the climb, the peloton had shrunk quickly. I was recovering myself and preparing to attack when we would reach the flat section of totally straight road. There was plenty of attacking going on.


Just a few minutes later, I attacked from the right side of the peloton, and I immediately heard one of my team mates shouting ‘No Sol! No!’. I quickly realised that the leader of my team was in the break, and I didn’t commit to the attack, but I didn’t slow down, and I was looking back to make sure that no one was on my wheel. We were going really fast. I was very close to the edge of the road, so looking back too long caused me to steer slightly to the right, and as soon as I looked ahead I had no to time to avoid it, so I prepared for a big hit…


In a flash I thought to myself “You’re a freaking idiot, that’s it, game over.” While I was kissing the ground I changed my thought… “No, get back on the bike, you can still finish the race!”
I tried to get up on to my feet, but my left shoulder wouldn’t cooperate, which made me wonder if it was broken. I looked behind me and I could see my bike was completely destroyed. Man, I was in a lot pain. I looked at my little finger, and I’ve never ever seen it so messed up! I was starting to get dizzy because that was the fastest crash I’ve ever had. We were going at an incredibly high speed with a tailwind.


My team kit looked like it had been torn apart by a grizzly bear! Then they put me in the ambulance, and I thought that I was going to the hospital, but I was transferred to the team car, so I was watching the whole race while in bloody pain, and bloody plasters! Watching the race was like torture, as I was regretting the crash and wishing that I could continue racing. It was a very long race.


When the race was finished, I had to undress myself and sort myself out, as the team was busy packing the stuff ready for the next day of racing. I went over to the ambulance to get them to clean me up, and they told me that they think I should go and see a doctor about my finger. I foolishly disagreed, as I wanted to race in the Basque country the following day, so I went with the Andalusian boys to El Escorial to stay over for the night, before we would head to the Country Basque the following day. But first we went to Pizzeria Espanola to eat free pizza! At that time I was in a lot of pain, but I was very hungry. It was good to see Jose, our man of the title Sponsor, working there. He was taking pictures of us and he served us delicious huge pizza, man it was so good!


My team mates were insisting that I should go to the hospital, and I did think about it and I was looking at my finger, I mean, my finger did look nasty! I agreed and we went to the nearby hospital.


The hospital was very quiet as it was midnight on Saturday. The nurses and doctors knew that I needed to be taken care of once they saw me, and especially my finger. I was lying on the bed surrounded by several nurses and doctors, and my three team mates who were translating for me. The Doctors were considering whether to stitch my finger, but they soon decided to leave it alone, which I did feel a bit relieved about. I screamed a swear-word when the nurse poured this nasty liquid stuff on my wounds, it stung like hell! They were examining my neck and my whole body. They wanted to me to stay for a night. I asked them if I can race the next day, and they thought that I was joking. It did leave me with real disappointment.


After all my wounds were taken care of, I thought that was the end of it, until they stuck a needle into my vein with the intravenous drip bag! To be honest, it was one of my scariest nights I’ve experienced. I rarely go to hospitals, and I don’t particularly like them. I’ve always avoided going to hospitals when I get injured. I’ve never had a needle sticking into my vein before. Not only that, but I also had to be taken to the MRI Scan machine for the first time in my life. It was terrifying staring at the rotating computer lights around my body whilst laying in the tube. Being pushed around on the trolley-bed, through the corridor to another room, then repeat to another room. I wanted to leave. Finally they left me in a room where I could chill out, but they told me not to move, so it was uncomfortable staring at the same ceiling and the intravenous drip.


Jose, the owner of the team title sponsor, has been extremely helpful to me, he’s a really good guy. He was sitting next to my hospital bed from 12 midnight to 7 in the morning! He was constantly updating news on Whatsapp to our team, so that everyone was aware of the progress of the situation.


Then, halfway through my sleep, they woke me up and took me to another room for an X-ray. I was so damn tired. Now I know how those animals feel when they’re being tested by crazy scientists for ridiculous hair and makeup products. In the morning, a nurse woke me up to see if I can move my legs and hands. Everything went well. By lunchtime, my team Manager Alfredo came down to El Escorial from Avila, and he had to skip a race competition to see me. The president of the team and club came with him. It was heart-warming receiving a lot of support from the team. The doctor said that I’ve got fractures on my finger, and he also recommended me to leave the neck collar protection on for a while.


When I was eventually released from the hospital the day after the race, it was extremely nice and pleasant to smell the air and see the sun. I was extremely happy.


The club president Victorino kindly bought us an expensive lunch, which I was very grateful for. I needed to eat as didn’t have any breakfast!


The day after I got out of the hospital, I had to take care of myself to change the dressings. What I couldn’t believe is that they didn’t put the mesh non-stick plasters on, so the medical dressing was stuck to my wounds, and I was in agony pulling them off. I felt like I was one of those bad-ass characters in those action movies, or Tarantino movies, where they get shot or something, and they had to take the bullet out, then pour into the wound the vodka! But that’s just the cinema, whereas I was doing it for real!


On that same night, Alfredo’s sister who is a nurse, came over and sorted me out, cleaning and dressing my wounds, which did make me a lot happier! Yesterday I went on the turbo for the first time, and my body felt good, apart from my hand, which I’m hoping will be fine for my next race in the 3-stage Vuelta a Segovia next Monday.


My hand hurts to ride, but I really need to go racing next week, even if only to finish the race. The most important thing is to look after myself and get back on the bike as soon as possible. As far as the team races go, I’ve still got jobs to do and I have to finish them.


What about my equipment and my bike?… The fork is totally snapped in half, but luckily the whole frame looks fine, and it’s at the bike shop and hopefully will be ready real soon. The front Pro-Lite wheel is totally trashed and damaged beyond repair, and the tyre is shredded, but I’ve got a spare training wheel that I can use until I get something decent sorted, so no worries there. Luckily the shifters and rear mech are ok, but my Northwave Extreme shoes are pretty knackered, as the lace cable snapped in the crash, but it’s still doable, and I’ve managed to tie a knot on one of the laces, so it will be good to go until I get some new shoes. My Northwave gloves are in the bin, but I recently had several pairs of new race mits sent over that were bought from some donations on my website, so a big thank you to those of you who donated. This is where your donations have really come into play, to get me back up and racing again.


I really do hope that was my last crash for this season. I don’t know how many times I’ve crashed this season, but it’s been quite a few, and that was a bad one. Definitely the worst.


I’m feeling very proud of being in this team, the Pizzeria Espanola. I’ve learned that Pizzeria Espanola is not just a team… Pizzeria Espanola is a family. I do owe them all a big favour.


For now, I’m eyeing my next tour in Segovia next Monday, and if I am ok to race, then my aim will be just to finish it. I’m not the kind of guy that gives up in defeat, but I’m willing to give it everything, no matter what. Working through this injury has been giving me more strength and has made me work harder.


Thank you for reading this blog and your support!

Hasta la vista













Pizza with the team



In the hospital



Just released from hospital



Quality food with my team manager, Alfredo the Warrior






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