Cyclist's costly derailment
By Howard Salkow
Published Wednesday 8 July 2015
The age-old adage that says you're not a local until who have fallen at least twice from your bike, is close to again ringing true for a "newbie".
In my case, it was my first tumble and I can thank the train lines on Junction Bridge which consumed my front wheel and left me the worse for wear as rider and bike hit the turf.
The road surface escaped unscatched, but I was less fortunate sustaining a fractured pelvis. It is not my intent to bemoan my fate. Instead I want to thank the many people who stopped to lend a hand and remained until the paramedics arrived.
Ironically, there was a doctor; a tour guide and a lady who was at the bridge as I engaged in my untimely stunt. Another gentleman kindly called the paramedics and my wife.
As I lay on the ground cursing my luck, but also checking to see if my bike was OK, I repeatedly thanked everyone for their compassion. I do not have your names, but you know who you are and I am indebted to you. I knew that I had made the right decision relocating in Port Douglas from Adelaide and the actions of these people reinforced it.
Sadly, I won't be on the bike for some time. One thing, though, I hope to disprove the adage and NOT fall a second time.