If you guessed “Sarah clipped a 3″ diameter log, which magically somersaulted into her spokes and then locked up her front wheel at 25 mph”, you’d be correct!
Then she flew about 6′ up and 20′ across and landed on her head. I didn’t take a picture of her helmet, but suffice to say it’s not going to be much use anymore.
Amazingly, she walked (well, rode) away with only a bunch of bruises and cuts – no broken ligaments or bones, no concussion (plus she got a blood test at the doctor’s and found out her hematocrit is 42!) Helmets rock.
The bike didn’t come out of it so well – blown apart front wheel, weirdly dented fork (I personally think it’s probably ok, the snapping spokes seem to have acted as shock absorbers to some extent), and a toasted front derailleur (that happened 45 minutes before the crash, but it still sucks).
She’s pretty sure she’ll be ok to ride during our Crested Butte trip, and I’m hard at work building her a new wheel, so I guess all’s well that ends well.