Mike and I went for a ride on Wednesday that got stretched out a good bit longer than planned.
We went out for a ride on some new trails that are being built locally and about thirty minutes into the ride we came across this old cement dam. It was about 25 feet long, 4 to 5 feet high and under a foot wide. Here’s me making my way across it…

Mike took this picture than grabbed his bike to ride across. A few feet in he lost his balance and fell off. The fall didn’t look to bad but he immediately started yelling. I asked if he was playing around and he assured me he wasn’t and started yelling about his ankle. I ran back across the dam and sure enough, his ankle was not in good shape. Mike was laying on his back and his left foot was laying to the left on the ground… about 90 degrees from where it should be.
I pulled out my phone and dialed 911 and gave all the information and directions I could then the lady said I would hear back shortly and we hung up.
At this point I went down and sat with Mike and we made sure his toes, fingers, legs, etc were all working. The pain was obviously pretty bad but he was taking it pretty well… way better than I deal with pain. At this point I would have been screaming like a girl, passed out or both. But considering the situation, he was in pretty good shape. His ankle was broken but there was no major wounds and no blood, so it became a waiting game.
Within a couple minutes I had a captain from the rescue team call me back and we began working on the best way to pinpoint our location. This isn’t so easy when you’re thirty minutes into a singletrack ride on unfamiliar terrain. Thankfully my phone kept fritzing out so I grabbed Mike’s iPhone and called back on 911 and the lady immediately pinpointed our location because, apparently, the iPhone is GPS enabled. After that she started relaying our coordinates and told us to sit tight and wait for the rescue team to show up.
After about twenty minutes the first two guys showed up and started working with Mike… taking his vitals, asking him questions, etc. Then they sent me out to wave down more EMS on a fireroad about 100 yards further down the singletrack.
From this point on there was a lot of waiting. More cops and emergency workers showed up, totally about a dozen. They were with Mike waiting for the right vehicle and enough emergency crew to show up on site. During this time they wouldn’t let me do much so I grabbed the bikes and stashed them in one of the cop’s truck, kept Mike’s family updated and did a lot of standing around.
Once everyone was in place they got Mike on one of those orange sleds and eight guys carried him out of the singletrack and got him loaded on the all-terrain vehicle that could get him out to a waiting ambulance. Then from there it was a ride to the hospital and some morphine.



Once at the hospital they checked everything and did the whole xray routine. His ankle was dislocated and broken. So they knocked him out, relocated the ankle and set his leg with screws and plates. The docs said he’ll be out for three to four months, but they’re expecting a full recovery.
All in all, the whole ordeal was pretty bad but could have been a lot worse. Mike fell within a foot of a jagged pipe sticking out of the ground, so a broken ankle is way better than a puncture wound when you’re out in the woods. It was also nice that we were together and his iPhone had GPS enabled. And I can’t say enough good things about the emergency workers that showed up fast and took great care of Mike.
If you’re looking for lessons learned… I would say to ride with a buddy whenever possible and have your cell phone easily accessible. Both of those made the whole thing a lot easier on Mike.
Be safe out there…