The day it happened, palm trees rustled in the breeze, sounding like spring rain. A great blue heron froze, one foot tucked, waiting to spear breakfast with its beak. My husband Richard and I were bike riding on Tybee Island. We took a right on Solomon Avenue — a sandy dirt road riddled with ruts and potholes. I inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet fragrance of jasmine as sweat trickled down my spine. Sightseeing, I didn’t notice the hole. The front tire struck it with force. I bounced. Hard. My left leg instantly felt like it was wrapped by a python — tight and stinging. For days, needle-like pain radiated down…