I’d heard about so many. Ranging from the catastrophic to what you might call a “fender bender” In some cases, the cyclist was at fault, in others it was a lazy motorist, a careless pedestrian, or a street sign.
Your internal monologue should have just said: “A STREET SIGN? what are you talking about, Dave”
I had my first bike accident last night, and it was with this street sign on Blanchard street:
It happened innocently enough. I was cycling home last night at about 10:00 pm, minding my own business when BAM! out of the shadows jumps this street sign (reeking of gin) and tackles me! O.K, that’s not what happened.
I was tired, cold, and anxious to get home. It was 10:00 pm, and I was wearing my “office clothes” and not my cycling gear. I just wanted to get home to bed, when I had a thought on Blanchard street:
“I’m wearing $250 jeans, riding a $200 mountain bike and if the cuff of these jeans gets caught in the gears, I’m gonna f-r-e-a-k” In that moment, I *thought* I felt a tug on my jeans, I look down: Nope, the jeans aren’t in the gears…thank GOD. I look up. FREEZE.
I’m 2 feet in front of the above street sign, traveling at no less than 25 km/h. I have enough time to wonder how much damage the collision will do to my new phone, a Blackberry Bold that I love. SMASH!
The impact happens. My glasses, phone, etc. go flying. I end up off the bike, in the access road just to the right of the sign. The sound of the impact was so impressive, 2 pedestrians come to my aid. “Are you OK, man?”
“YES! Be careful where you walk, help me find my phone and glasses!” This young man, and his lady-friend, help my locate my stuff. No scratches on the glasses, and no damage to the phone. *sigh*
“Are you sure you’re OK?” the guy says to me. “What are you, my MOM?!” I think to myself. “Your bleeding” He was very right, my left hand was covered in blood due to a significant gash on my knuckle. It was one of those cuts that looks way worse than it is. “I’m cool, thanks for your help” They were gone.
As I collected myself, I realized that the gear shifter-slash-brake-trigger on my left handlebar was twisted and pointing down, and the bike was permanently locked in one of the highest gears. Awesome.
I get home, clean myself up, and try to fix the bike. No go. I realize that it’s gonna need work, so I woke up early this morning to drop it off at North Park Bicycle Shop. The damage:
She’s running better than new now. They fixed the gear problem, and replaced a cable that I snapped in the crash.
I know what your thinking, and the answer is “yes” I was wearing my helmet. Thank goodness. If there is one thing I’ll take from this experience, it’s ALWAYS wear your helmet.
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