I was recently at a local club’s time trial, and because I work at a fairly popular local shop, I knew at least half of the people there. They all knew me as “Bill from The Bike Lane”, but no one knew much else. During the race, two ladies that had been hiking walked out onto the road that was being used for the race. As Iapproached them, I said "on your left", and they turned with a look of "what do you want me to do?". I was approaching so fast that I asked them to just stay in place. They instead moved right, directly into my path. I swerved and was thrown from my bike into a nearby ditch. I ended up unconscious with lots of road rash and a broken color bone.
When the accident occurred, no one knew who to call or my medical history -- it was just “Bill” laying there unconscious. Luckily, someone was able to locate my Road ID, which contained my doctor’s number, who was able to provide some critical information. I tell everyone that comes in the shop the value of a Road ID and how it truly saved me that day.
- Bill .H from Churchtown, MD