Drunkskunk
100 GW
So Tuesday morning was a great day for a ride. The sun was out, the roads were dry, it was 75 degrees. Perfect day
I enjoyed my self for the first 10 miles. riding leasurly through the parks and interconnecting bike trails of our town. Then I got a little over confident. As I was slowing down for a corner, I passed a sort-of-cute-in-that-older-way woman walking some tiny dog on a string. I smiled as I bassed and she smiled back brighter than I expected, so I decided to sho off a little, released the brakes, and leaned over hard to take the corner as dramaticly as I could.
It was dramatic all right. My first indication of trouble was my last. Both wheels lost traction right about the apex of the corner and down I went. I landed on my side almost flat, and that may have saved me, except for trying to stop my fall with my left hand. as a 20 year old, I might have bounced right up, but now... I sort of crumpled and flopped with the bike. The instinct to tuck and roll was there, but not the reaction time. I'm just too old.
Once again I had to limp the bike home with no ability to pedal. Thank goodness for Imediate start. The derailer is bent, the sprocket is bent, the bar end was ground down almost to the retaining bolt. And I was unable to stand without holding onto the bike. My Wrist was luckly just sprained, not broken. Although I won't be leaving any palm prints any tine soon. I managed to pull groin muscles in both legs, wrench my knee, and strain muscles all up my arm. No broken collar bones, but they hurt like hell, and I have tape on my ribs for the second time this year. I think they are just bruised, but it shure hurts to laugh.
And thats all I can do, is laugh. I was being a dumb@ss, showing off. I did it to my self. No more than 15mph, but at my age, thats lethal. I could have bounced away in my 20s, but now I'll be a month popping advil and calling my self a dumb@ss.
Its a hard thing to deal with, getting older. I'm not all that old, but my body is letting me know its time to grow up. I'm not a kid any more, and while I had bones of rubber in my youth, Old men don't bounce.
I enjoyed my self for the first 10 miles. riding leasurly through the parks and interconnecting bike trails of our town. Then I got a little over confident. As I was slowing down for a corner, I passed a sort-of-cute-in-that-older-way woman walking some tiny dog on a string. I smiled as I bassed and she smiled back brighter than I expected, so I decided to sho off a little, released the brakes, and leaned over hard to take the corner as dramaticly as I could.
It was dramatic all right. My first indication of trouble was my last. Both wheels lost traction right about the apex of the corner and down I went. I landed on my side almost flat, and that may have saved me, except for trying to stop my fall with my left hand. as a 20 year old, I might have bounced right up, but now... I sort of crumpled and flopped with the bike. The instinct to tuck and roll was there, but not the reaction time. I'm just too old.
Once again I had to limp the bike home with no ability to pedal. Thank goodness for Imediate start. The derailer is bent, the sprocket is bent, the bar end was ground down almost to the retaining bolt. And I was unable to stand without holding onto the bike. My Wrist was luckly just sprained, not broken. Although I won't be leaving any palm prints any tine soon. I managed to pull groin muscles in both legs, wrench my knee, and strain muscles all up my arm. No broken collar bones, but they hurt like hell, and I have tape on my ribs for the second time this year. I think they are just bruised, but it shure hurts to laugh.
And thats all I can do, is laugh. I was being a dumb@ss, showing off. I did it to my self. No more than 15mph, but at my age, thats lethal. I could have bounced away in my 20s, but now I'll be a month popping advil and calling my self a dumb@ss.
Its a hard thing to deal with, getting older. I'm not all that old, but my body is letting me know its time to grow up. I'm not a kid any more, and while I had bones of rubber in my youth, Old men don't bounce.
do not let pride get in the way! pretend you are mortally injured and that it was ALL HER FAULT for the beautiful smile. In theory, this should work wonders.
So I'm a lot more careful on that bike than the semi-recumbent.
