So I took my first spill on my bike riding into work this morning.
I was right at the end of my 12 mile ride: I had gotten all the way to campus, and was crossing the street. I got to the curb and tried to pop my front tire onto it... and missed. I don't know whether I was tired from the ride, or whether I just timed it badly, but I went right over the handlebars.
So I hit the concrete on my elbow and rolled, then my bike landed atop me. Oof.
My elbow and my ego took the brunt of the damage: I'm having trouble bending my left arm right now, but nothing's broken (I think)---it's just a little stiff. My helmet's a little dinged up, but I don't recall hitting my head... I'm hoping that's not a symptom.
I had to pick up my water bottle and bike light, and I decided to walk the rest of the way... all 100m or so to this building.
Mother Earth better be @#$%# grateful.
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Dain bramage?
That blows. Did you dig a hole, pretending you were stabbing the ground with each shovel full, just to get revenge? To hell with the HOA nazis!
So, now the question is, are you riding your bike to work tomorrow?
Well now you're official!!
That reminds me of a nasty spill I took when I was about 19 or 20. Buddy of mine and I were riding downtown along the river. I was hopping this curve, but didn't pull up in time... ugh. Right over the handlebars. Only I was going about 500 mph.
Anyway, we've all been there. Think of the spill as an induction ceremony. Now you're not just a poseur with a bike anymore...
Ha ha! I'm on year three now with no falls, but that's probably because I don't try to hop any curbs after the 45th minute.
I do not do curbs at all. I'm a scaredy cat.
hee hee.
I'm trying to figure out what 5 letter expletive you used.
I guess he must be in Senior level cussing.
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