Once we arrived, I put on my protective gear.
Dave offered helpful hints that would make me more stable and competent on the bike. Things like gentle weaving to help with steering
and braking to help with, you know...
My personal goal for the day was a little different, consisting mostly of just going forward while staying upright.
So off we went along the trail. Things were going swimmingly until suddenly--and without any warning, I might add--the trail sloped downward and a huge bend in the road LEPT out in front of me! *Naturally*, I cranked my handlebars all the way to the right to prepare to turn. This caused two completely unforeseeable things to occur:
#1: my handlebars were now safely tucked away under the top bar of the bike where they could do no harm.
#2: the rear brake (had I actually considered using it) was now completely out of reach.
I continued to gain speed and rapidly saw the shimmering, picturesque Sammamish River, complete with ducks, zoom sharply into focus. As I saw it, I had two options:
Option A: take a refreshing dip and share my musings on biking with the water fowl.
Option B: bail.
I managed to briefly horrify a lovely couple taking an afternoon stroll, as they ran up to me screaming "OH MY GOSH!!! ARE YOU OKAY????!!!!"
(Like I said, they were horrified). But then, as they got closer, the gentleman quickly evaluated the situation and concluded, "Well, it looks like you came well-prepared."
It was at that point that Dave rolled up beside me and noticed that I was not currently in an upright position. Sadly, he had missed the entire show. Which was too bad for him, because I was not ready for my encore (that will come with the bee story). I stood up, took my bow, and rode back to safety, a.k.a. el carro.
I suspect that the copious amounts of padding, plus the fact that I had probably been going a brisk 5 miles per hour downhill (okay, it may have been a slight slope) prevented any significant bruising. Aside from, perhaps, just a little bit of my ego.
NEXT TIME: PERFECTING THE DISMOUNT