So this past weekend I did some traveling for Salsa. I was in and about the Seattle area for a couple days and then drove southward to Portland to meet up with the Cliff Bar / Salsa development Cross team at the USGP. The trip was going well. I got to meet some great people at some really cool shops, and finally saw the troll sculpture under the bridge that I have wanted to see since I was a kid. Here is a somewhat blurry pic of the troll and me. My cheap digital camera was having a heckuva time focusing in the dreary Seattle light.
Once in Portland I met up with PJ Ramstack who works for our mother ship QBP. PJ and I had plans to hit a few dealers in the Portland area and then head over to the cross race. Before our big day of visits and cowbells we had to catch some dinner. We figured we would hit up the sports bar across the way from the hotel in hopes that we might see the end of the Packers-Cowboys game. It wasn’t that far of a walk down the frontage road so we decided just to walk. It was a welcome stroll after the drive from Seattle. Now here is where things got interesting. As we are walking along chatting about the day’s travels, a full on wheel from a car goes zinging by my head at highway speed. I stood awestruck as it bounced away from me down the road and then turned to share my amazement with PJ. My heart stopped as I saw PJ lying on the road not moving. I ran over to him and then he sat up. He explained that he couldn’t feel the left side of his body and that we needed to get help. He asked me what hit him and I told him about the wheel. As glad as I was that it missed me, it was horrifying that it hit my friend square on the side of the neck and shoulder. After some further assessment on the scene, feeling started to come back and we decided that it would be safe to move him. We headed for the car and the local emergency room.
About half way to the hospital, and after it became clear that he was going to be okay, we both just started to laugh. What else could you do? A wheel just freakin’ flew off the freeway overpass and hit him. It was unreal. How do you explain that to the doctor…and your wife? We got to the hospital okay and saw the local doc who gave PJ the stunned and amazed thumbs up. Nothing broken, nothing damaged. “You’ll be sore.” Is all the doc said. He then told him that he was extremely lucky and to take some “vitamin I” as soon as possible. PJ is still way sore and has some numbness in his arm because of swelling but all in all is going to be just fine. This was quite possibly one of the craziest things I have ever experienced.
Oh…the cross race was cool too but after that story…who wants to hear about the race? Here are a few pics of the race. Sorry for the poor quality. Cheapo camera didn’t like Portland either. :)
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