from the ‘cyclemonkey’ dept:
So I said to myself this summer, “Self, you will ride your bicycle to class as often as you can this semester.” And my self replied, “Sure, sounds great — especially since we have that commuting bike …” And tonight I did, I rode in. It’s about 12 -14 miles each way, depending on which bridge I use.
Only thing is, on my inaugural school commute, I crashed. Nasty spill, too.
I was coming down a hill on 3rd Ave, headed North to Hunter, and about to cross 41st St. The light was green, there was no traffic … but a rise in the road was hiding a nasty pothole. The front end went up, bounced off the bottom, the bars crossed up, and the front tire came down perpendicular-like. And just like that, I was flying!
Flying is a wondrous sensation, and I actually remember flying through a quarter of the intersection. Unfortunately, I remember hitting the ground as well, with my chest, stomach, and all four joints. And I remember sliding about 5 or 6 feet as well. Owie. I also lost a shoe somewhere in the bouncing process. That part’s always hilarious. Why do we always lose shoes?!?!
Must’ve been going about 25 when I hit (I came down a hill, remember). 25mph to zero, deceleration due to friction, asphalt on flesh. Mmm. Good news though, a samaritan rushed up and asked if I was okay, and helped me out of the intersection. Cars wanted to go through me to get to their destination, and all.
Once I caught my breath he helped me up, walked my bike to the side of the road, and even asked if I wanted an ambulance. I had to chuckle at that, being an EMT and all, and healthcare professionals make horrible patients.
I checked myself over, and I was able to walk. Both knees had a little rash, and the left one was throbbing. That one was going to be trouble. The left elbow had minor scraping, but the right … ooh, I lost a lot of skin on that one. My iPod nano was toast, I landed on it when I bounced (well, it still plays music, but the screen is dead and cracked). The bike, as it turns out, was unharmed. Not a scratch. Both wheels true, bars straight … weird. I saw it tumbling on the ground next to me.
So I hopped back on and pedaled the 30 or so blocks left to Hunter, enjoying my adrenaline high. All the MTB crashing must’ve prepared me well. When I was in class, the adrenaline started to fade — my arms were shaking a bit as I was taking notes. But I had lots of sympathetic attention from the lovely ladies in my class, and I have a great story, so it’s all worth it.
I’m icing down the left knee now … hopefully I can get the egg downsized before tomorrow!






