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Behold the shins of Bobby McMullen, for they tell his story as well as I can. They are a tapestry of pink blotches, a welter of scar tissue from a hundred bloody run-ins with rocks, stumps, thorns, branches, stiles, mailboxes, you name it. A couple of years ago McMullen took up mountain biking, an undertaking complicated by the fact that he is blind.
Well, not totally blind. Although his left eye is, as he puts it, "basically useless," he's got 20/1200 vision--and 5% of a normal person's peripheral vision--in his right. "It's like skiing through a whiteout with your goggles fogged up," says McMullen, 42. "That's my life. It's a beautiful mess."
If you put on a loud shirt and stay within a bike-length or two of him, he can follow your line through some hairy terrain: ruts, rock gardens, deep mud. Whatever you do, don't slow down on his account. If he shouted at me once during our ride together on April 3, he shouted two dozen times, "Get off your brakes! Let's go!"
I was McMullen's guide in the REAL Mountain Bike Triathlon in Granite Bay, Calif., 112 miles north of San Francisco. Race morning dawned blustery and cold. The race director cheerfully announced to the 187 competitors that the water in Folsom Lake, site of our half-mile swim, was 58�. "O.K.," I said. "We're not in the water yet, and I'm shivering."
Said Therese Conner, McMullen's girlfriend, "Are you ... whining?"
Point taken, Therese. It isn't good form, bitching within earshot of McMullen, who overflows with bonhomie and bad jokes even though fate has treated him the way Sluggo treated Mr. Bill. Twelve years ago, during his first semester at Cal Northern School of Law, he noticed he was having trouble seeing the board. It turned out that McMullen, who'd been living since boyhood with type 1 diabetes--the incurable and harder to manage kind--was suffering from proliferative diabetic retinopathy, a common cause of blindness among diabetics. Emergency surgery salvaged what puny vision he retains.
"Ever since then," he says, not quite able to keep a straight face, "life's been a blur."
The loss of his sight came before his organ transplants but after his multiple fractures. A former ski racer at Weber State, McMullen was nicknamed Auger by his teammates, who marveled at the ferocity of his falls. He didn't always get up. In 1986 he shattered his left hip and broke his left femur in six places. Five years later he broke the same leg in twelve places.
Just because he was blind didn't mean Auger was finished boring holes in snowbanks. In '95 McMullen became a member of the U.S disabled ski team, following the commands of a guide down the mountain. His diabetes added insult to injury in the following year: McMullen went into renal failure. After five months on kidney dialysis he underwent the first of two double-organ transplants. (Both times he received a kidney and a pancreas.) The first transplant failed in 2001, and McMullen spent two years on dialysis before receiving new organs.
Between those major traumas were minor ones, including breaking the little toe on his right foot two weeks before he was to compete in the 1998 Winter Paralympics in Nagano. U.S. team doctors told him that if he competed, he would lose the toe.