It is not really accurate to say that I wrecked it to be totally honest. I was minding my business when I realized some guy in a rented box truck was almost close enough to touch me. I realized at once that the mirror on that truck was about to hit me in the back of my head and I half way panicked. At any rate I ended up going over the handle bars and the next thing I knew there was an ambulance attendant looking down at me. A chiropractor in San Francisco had to fix what was wrong with me, although the doctors at the hospital offered me a bunch of pills. That really was not going to solve a thing however. The pills work on the pain, but what causes the pill is still there and it is not ever going to go away no matter how many of the pills you take.
I was surprised to find out that the bike was not completely totaled. The front wheel is all twisted up and it can not ever be fixed, but the rest of it is not all that damaged aside from a few scratches and dents. I sort of was not all that thrilled, because I figured that my insurance would have probably paid for a new bike, the sort that I have always wanted for real racing. It was obvious that this was not the case and it was probably not worth the effort to file a claim on what was actually in need of replacement. The chiropractor told me that it was not that big of a deal and he fixed it up with no real problem. I was in and out of there in about an hour, feeling at least one hundred percent better.