Tonight I took my new bike out for its first real ride with my friend Nicole. Our plan was to go to Kensington and back. If we made it all the way, it would have been a 17 mile ride. We made it 15 miles because it was getting dark. The link shows our ride route.
We start out riding and I have to say, I am loving a road bike! I feel like I am flying with very little effort put forth. I can only imagine how fast I can go when I get really comfortable and really start putting a lot of effort into this! Pretty quickly I realize I am leaving Nicole in the dust, so I slow down.
We rode through our little town and eventually met up with the bike path that would take us to one of two really nice parks. We were riding West at about 6:30 PM, so the sun was in our eyes the whole way and since both of us are blind without our glasses we were not wearing sunglasses. (Yes, I am aware that I can get prescription sunglasses. On the list, just further down on the priority list)
We were approaching an intersection and I reached down to loosen my strap on my one foot so that if I needed to actually stop I could. As I got close I was able to squint through the blinding sun and see that I had the green light. I do know from other peoples stories that a green light doesn’t mean jack when on a bike and I still need to watch out closely for Number 1! I sit up from trying to reach my strap (which I have been unsuccessful at reaching. (You know, when reaching down to unstrap on a spin bike, you can reach much further without feeling unbalanced at all…and without going “off-road”) I start to pedal to cross the street when I realize there is a truck starting to turn left, so I hesitate. He hesitates. I start to go, he starts to go. Neither one of us knows what the other is doing since we are both hesitating so much.
At this point I am barely moving and the truck gave up waiting on me. I frantically began trying to reach my strap or wiggle my foot out or SOMETHING. No luck. Very slowly I felt myself going over.
My thoughts were this.
“Quick, put your hand out, break your fall!”
“No don’t do that! The bike store guy said if I do that I could break a wrist!”
“protect your head!”
“Dummy! You have a helmet on!”
“Ohhhh Thank God I have a helmet…don’t resist the fall…relax. It is happening no matter what!”
Ok, all of this happened from approaching the intersection all the way through my thoughts in about 15 seconds. I fell over. Clunked my head. Helmet’s good though.
Nicole came up behind me to find I am NOT crying but laughing hysterically. This was all so comical. Especially since both feet were still tightly strapped in…and I was trying to protect my bike from injury as well…instead of keeping my legs to the side…I had them up in the air…so my bike was on me, instead of me being on it! She unstrapped me and we went on our merry little way…laughing the whole time.
As slow as the fall happened for me…it happened slow motion for her too as she watched!
I decided right then, that a re-creation would happen for the blog when we reached the park so we could take pictures.
A re-creation was unneccessary.
Later as I was heading up a small hill, I failed to anticipate shifting gears early enough and when I realized it, I was going to slow and hard to do so…I came to a slow stop…fully strapped in again. Nicole was ahead of me this time and heard…
OH!…OH!OH!OH!…Not agaiiinnnn!!!! Thud!
She turned around to find me laying in the grass with the bike on top of me again. She asked if I was ok…then said..stay right there, I will take pictures. And that is how I got these!
In addition to these great pictures…I also have a bruised elbow! Better than a broken wrist though!