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Gordon Ramsay credits a helmet for saving his life after a serious bike accident in Connecticut. The celebrity chef took to social media over Father’s Day weekend to share his ordeal, still shaken a week later.

ā€œThis week I had a really bad accident while riding my bike in Connecticut,ā€ Ramsay wrote.

ā€œI’m doing ok and did not break any bones or suffer any major injuries but I am a bit bruised up looking like a purple potato.ā€

 

Ramsay, an avid cyclist, emphasized the importance of wearing a helmet regardless of the journey’s length or cost, calling them ā€œcrucial.ā€

ā€œI’m lucky to be standing here. I’m in pain. It’s been a brutal week, and I’m sort of getting through it,ā€ Ramsay said, showing a massive bruise on his torso

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