Accident

Posted on November 4, 2013 in Dentition Encounters Hiking

The other day a trail biker ran me down.  Not out of malice, but due to ragged chance.  I heard the brakes screaming and a voice shouting behind me, so Instinct had me step to the right onto the grassy siding.   Alas, he had the same idea. The handlebars caught me in the small of my back.  I gnashed my teeth because of the force rather than out of rancor and stumbled a couple of steps forward until I found my balance again.  He was lying under his bike on his side, so I gave him a hand and pulled him up.  His new brake pads had failed.  We both marveled at our lack of injury, so we shook hands and went on our ways.  Some hours later, I found I’d cracked a temporary.  Instinct told me nothing about how to handle this, so I spent the weekend eating soft foods and snaking my tongue around the pillar of tooth left naked by the absent crown.