A pedaler's mettle

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http://www.stpetersburgtimes.com/2003/12/14/Floridian/A_pedaler_s_mettle.shtml
After a devastating crash that crushed muscle and bone, an avid bicyclist had a choice: Accept defeat or keep moving.
By LISA GREENE, Times Staff Writer
Published December 14, 2003


Kip Vosburgh lay in the road for a long time before his wife got there.

He was on a stretcher, surrounded by mayhem, the battered bikes and broken bodies of 13 other bicyclists mowed down by the same car. But he couldn't see them because he couldn't move.

Wiggle your toes, his wife told him. Most days, Carol Jean was sunny, but now she was steely, professional like the nurse she is.

Kip tried. It felt like his toes were moving. But he couldn't see. Kip thought of his father, how his right foot used to itch - even though it had been shot off, along with half his leg, in World War II.

So he asked Carol Jean.

Yes, she told him. You're wiggling.

He felt better. Until he heard about the helicopter. He tried to protest, but they insisted. We're taking you in the helicopter. To a trauma center. That's bad, he thought. I must be really hurt. >>MORE

btw - the moron that ran these people down lost his license for life, a couple of week in the pokey would have been appropriate.