You ever hear of that adage about how most car accidents happen within a few blocks of your home? It applies to bikes too.
Yep, I went down this morning, on a slippery hill at Dixie Canyon Road. Luckily, I was coasting just a few miles per hour when I hit a watery stream and my road bike came out from under me. I had enough control of the bike to know I was going to fall but remembered being so surprised that I didn't have enough time to even tense up.
It's not serious though, outside of the two bloody fingers on my right hand that made me quite the vision as I put the chain back on. Blood makes injuries look a lot worse than they really are! But, my bike helmet is toast, a fine crack towards the left front side. My Giro 2 has lasted me more than two years so I suppose it was time to replace her anyways. The grips on the bike are shredded too, so that will need to be replaced sooner rather than later as well.
The irony, of course, is that on Mondays I usually ride on my trainer for recovery workouts. I just didn't feel like it today. I wanted to get outside and just ride for the pure enjoyment of it! Which I did, until I found myself staring at sky unintentionally!
I suppose my harmless little spill taught me a few things. First, I have so much more respect for the pro cyclists who do this all the time in races and get right back on the bike to pedal at 30-plus miles per hour. I can't imagine that! I just had to ride a few miles home, wash myself off, bandage myself up, and go to work for the day. These guys have such a high threshold for pain. Second, my heart goes out to the fallen cyclist today from Team Leopard Trek, who crashed at the Giro d'Italia and died. Granted, he must have been riding at massive speed for his accident, but since my helmet cracked from a silly fall it's easy to see how quick something horrible can occur. Finally, despite learning the lesson the hard way, I was proud of myself for how I handled it. I laid on the ground for a minute, realized I was bleeding, but that I had to get home as I was riding alone. I picked myself off, fixed the chain with shaking bloody fingers, and got myself calmly home.
Literally, I fell and got back up. I managed the pain, and finished the ride. There's a lesson in there somewhere.
Yeah, like keep recovery rides indoors!
48 days and counting.