David Rodebaugh
New York, d. 12.August.2015, killed in traffic on the way home from work on July 23, 2015.


Dave Rodebaugh
 
New York City bike messenger Dave Rodebaugh passed away on August 12, 2015 after a bike crash on July 23, 2015. Dave was a member of the Lock Foot Posi and he won the 2014 Red Bull Mini Drome race. Dave's family donated his organs for transplant and his face was transplanted on to Patrick Hardison, a firefighter from Mississippi.




"Another fallen brother lockfoot famila checkin out today. So many good rides and rad times. If you ever met this man, you would remember because he always been keepin it 100. Ride in paradise Dave, dumpin a
keg out for yah today." - Lock Foot Posi

"We just received some heartbreaking news that Ohio-native and New York local David Rodebaugh has passed due to complications from a head injury. Dave was known throughout the Columbus and NYC circles as a blatant shredder with a lack of fear and an appetite for speed. Not only will he be missed in the BMX scene but also in the track bike world, most notably for winning Red Bullís Minidrome event in Brooklyn last year. If thereís one thing that Dave taught us, itís to live fast and pedal faster. Rest easy brother." - ScottMarceau, The Come Up


New York Magazine wrote an extensive piece on Dave Rodebaugh's face transplant to Patrick Hardison

How One Man's Face Became Another Man's Face

For the moment, the face belongs to no one. It floats in a bowl of icy, hemodynamic preserving solution, paused midway on its journey from one operating room to another, from a 26-year-old Brooklyn bike mechanic whoíd been declared brain-dead 48 hours earlier to a 41-year-old Mississippi fireman whose face had burned off in a blaze 14 years ago. The mechanicís face, though nearly flat, still bears a few reminders of its former owner: a stubble of dark-blond hair, pierced ears, a hook-shaped scar at the spot where surgeons had entered his skull trying to save his life. A surgeon reaches his gloved hands into the blood-tinged liquid and kneads the face, draining the last of the mechanicís blood. Then he lifts the face up to a camera, showing off his handiwork. As he raises it, it seems to inflate and take the shape of a face again, one that no longer resembles the cyclist. The forehead is shorter, the cheeks puffier. The lips have fallen into a crescent, as if smiling. The face looks like it will when, an hour later, it is fitted over the raw skull of the fireman waiting in the next room.

Read the full article at NYMAG



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