Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Battle Scars...

Got back in the saddle with some bike riding - and it bit me on the ass...

Joe and I were riding the 6-mile-loop around the village - it's a nice after-work ride with a lot of minor elevation changes. Coming back, in the last 1/4 mile or so, I came to the place where I usually have to make a decision - it's a state road - busy, yet slow-mph - and lots of cars park on the sides of the street. Since I make a turn, I usually opt to hit the sidewalk at this point, so I'm not worried about traffic on my turn. It's just what I do.

But this time, I missed my window. The sidewalk was a bit more elevated from the street at that point, and then there was this rock...

Next thing I know, I'm plowing into a neighbor's bushes - the shrubs that grace her walkway where it meets the sidewalk...? Well, I straddled them. I rode THROUGH one bush, and INTO the other, braking ever-so-elegantly as I sat perched atop Bush #2. My right leg looks like something that might have graced Frankenstein's Monster. And a good 75-100 commuters got a good look at my goofiness. At least the bush didn't suffer much - only one twiggy thing broke.

But I didn't fall off the bike, right? I laughed, rode home, and covered my legs in iodine. Then we went and had a few beers.

I'm...I'm not that strong a cyclist...

2 comments:

Yarn It said...

Ohhhhhhh my. I had to laugh. Do you use peddles you have to clip into? I do. And I didn't clip out soon enough once and fell over with my bike in public. Not fun. But straddling the bush??? That was funny! My husband is an avid bicyclists and he swears that the battle scars are the essence of a true rider.

I am glad you are ok - and the beers were well deserved.

Lorena said...

That's horrible, but... yeah, I would have to giggle. But then I would pour you a cold one!