I TOTALLY wiped out on my bike on the way to work today. I was moving from the road to the sidewalk and my hand slipped off the handlebar at a crucial moment. Instead of straightening my course when I reached the sidewalk, my turn took me right across it and I collided with a boarded-up storefront. The whole building is painted the same color beige so I didn’t know exactly what I was hitting until the moment of impact, but what I hit was a big piece of plywood which I assume is covering a window. Even in that sick second I was able to note the unexpected bounce, which was freakin’ lucky. Much better than, say, a brick wall or a big, unprotected window.
I hit the wall and then the sidewalk, landing at last on my back. Or I would have, if I hadn’t thought “my computer!” and rolled slightly at the last second.
My knees are scraped, I've got a goose-egg on each leg that will become nasty bruises later. I’ve been groaning like an old man every time I have to get up and walk down the hall, but I’m okay.
My bike's handlebars are tweaked, perhaps irreparably. After the crash I had to straighten them out vs. the front wheel, as they’d rotated a full 90 degrees. But the left one is lower than the right one now. Maybe I can wrench it back into place with the help of some strapping young lads.
My computer, thank God, is completely fine.
I was able to get the rest of the way to work, only one minute late. (I signed in as if I’d been on time, however. I figured I deserved it.)
And just so you know, I always wear my helmet.
4 comments:
I'm sorry for your pain, but I can't stop laughing at that picture you posted! Damn, dude, that sucks. See, if you were in cold, miserable Rhode Island you wouldn't have been out on your bike and you'd be injury-free.
You'd want to kill yourself, but you wouldn't have injuries.
I'd be scared to bike around Berkeley. The drivers follow a strange code that I still don't quite understand.
What's a goose egg?
Bike crashes are never funny when they happen to you. But I'll some bystanders had a chuckle.
The weather's harsh over here too JPX. It dropped down to the mid 60's this week which took me off guard.
You know, goose egg. It's what grownups say when they see the big bump on your head after you take a bad spill. Except I'm both the grownup and the kid in this case and they're not on my head.
There was one guy near enough to ask if I was okay, but he might have been around the corner when I actually struck. If he wasn't, I kind of envy him. Stupid as it was, that must've looked pretty cool.
"What's a goose egg?"???
How could you have never heard that expression before?
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