One Tenth Of A Second

I have probably went up Paris Mtn. 39 times in 2012. With number 40 I was not so lucky. It rained a lot the night before, but when I left the house the sun was shining and the roads were pretty much dried up. Going up the front side, there was not a wet spot on the road. Then going down towards Furman, I kinda road down as always - fast! That's when it happened. I leaned into a turn and before I could register the wet road with all the leaves, my bike slid out from underneath and I went sliding and flipped once until I came to a stop. I was sitting on the road shocked and dazed. That is when a good sumaritan drove by and asked if I was alright. My instinct said yes and then I guess he looked at me and stopped his car. That is when I noticed that something was wrong. I could not lift my left arm and I had about 40 square inches of road rash. I had road rash everywhere. Knee, hip, shoulder, both arms and both hands and a bruised forehead. Obviously I would find out later that my collarbone was also cracked. I didn't have one piece of clothing that wasn't torn. I must of been sliding on one side and then flipped to the other side. The last entry in my Garmin said I was moving into the curve with 25 mph. My sumartan offered to drive me home. I figured it might be better to cancel that days workouts. Later that day, I was informed that I might be off the bike for 6-8 weeks. Everything because of one tenth of a second.