Tuesday, March 1, 2011

REVISED PICS: Bicycles, Balance, and Bees (Oh my!) --The DRAMATIC Conclusion

As you have all deduced by now, the sound was emanating from this:

Using my most basic survival skills, I instinctively reached up to swat it once it started stinging me.  (ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!)



Which meant, I took my right hand off my handle bar.


This was a really bad idea because, in case you've forgotten, or you missed it, I was relatively new to biking and hadn't mastered the finer points, like steering, controlling speed, and probably *most* importantly, yup you guessed it: balancing.  With my right hand otherwise occupied, I forgot what to focus on and my bike veered *drastically* to the right while dropping into a severe lean to the left.

I may have muttered something quietly to myself.


I was rapidly closing in on Patty's back wheel (Welcome back, tunnel vision)


and I saw before me two possibilities:

OPTION A
Take no prisoners


OR


OPTION B
Sacrifice myself for the greater good.



In an effort to preserve Patty's well-being, I developed a brand-new maneuver (I'm all about being spontaneous).

Ladies and germs, I present:


THE DITCH


(*Professional ditch.  Not recommended without intense training...*trust* me.)

It was most definitely the longest 0.3 seconds of my life.  I was confident that I was going to:

Break a leg.


Break a wrist.


Break my face.


Not to mention, get such bad road rash that small children would run up to me to treat me like a human highway for their Tonka trucks.



Miraculously, my jacket provided protection from road rash. My wrists were sore and I did have some lovely bruises on my palms, arms and legs.  But, my bike took the brunt of the fall, and my handlebars had acquired some serious bent-out-of-shapeness.

Since we were unable to bend them back, I got on and biked the last 4 miles in a *slightly* modified pose.  We'll call it, the ditch deviation.



Dave was obviously glad I was ok, and was kind enough to fix the handlebars when we met him back at the car.

Lesson du jour:



NEXT POST


YOU KNEW IT WAS COMING: THE RETURN TO THE CYCLE CLASS

12 comments:

  1. That could have ended much worse! I am glad you are ok! What kind of jacket did you have on?

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  2. Yes it could have! I just had on a thin biking jacket but it's made of something wind-resistant and waterproof so it didn't rip. Plus I probably wasn't going very fast ;)

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  3. Thanks for the comic relief! Glad to hear you made it through ok:)

    I came by from FTLOB.

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  4. What a cute post. Glad you survived. :) Thanks for the follow and the wonderful comment. Following you back!

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  5. Thanks, Wife on the Roller Coaster :) Hope you're having a nice weekend!

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  6. oh what a bummer! hope you're not too brusied. but oh my goodness i seriously love these drawings. hilarious.

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  7. Hi Rachel. Thanks--that was last summer and the bruises have gone away :D

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  8. I know it had to be painful, but the storytelling and illustrations made it SO funny! Well played, haha.

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  9. Jen, the adrenaline kicked in when it first happened so it was more shocking than anything, but later on I was pretty sore. Glad you enjoyed the post-I share my misery for others' enjoyment ;)

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  10. I have no idea how I always miss your posts. You should yell at me and say, "meg, I posted a new entry, read it asap!" hehe. I am impressed, you survived that relatively unscathed. I think I would have fared far worse!

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  11. Pestering ain't really my style, Meg :) But I'm glad you're coming back to read my posts!

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