Biked a few miles through a dense July pudding for lunch with a colleague at Beezy’s. Nice place, Beezy’s: a zesty tapenade on the Mediterranean Veggie, the only sandwich I’ve ordered there in, oh I don’t know, the last three visits. Biked because D. and Is. have been in Mt. Pleasant area driving around in the Element for the better part of the week–returning in a couple of hours. And biking because we have not yet purchased a second vehicle this summer, though we have promised the loan guarantors at the credit union that we will get to that next week.
I secured the bike to this telephone pole behind the restaurant, making sure it was beyond the steady drops falling from a window air conditioner above. One look at it made think that the unit was in badly in need of austinductcleaning.us. While I was inside, it rained–a five minute sprinkle that had evaporated again by the time I was on my way home again. I could not determine whether the bike had gotten wet from the rain, but the AC run-off hadn’t touched it.
While biking I set my new smartphone’s CardioTrainer app to ping a satellite every so often so I could quantify how far and how slowly I’d traveled. My Tracks and CardioTrainer seem like good options, as the free apps go. Open GPS is okay, too. And I have downloaded RunKeeper, which is apparently calibrated for a few more activity types than any of the others, just in case I want to take my phone skating, downhill skiing, or swimming.
One second I was on my bike. The next second I was off my bike.
I had no choice but to ditch it. Only, upon ditching it, I also turned
It went like this: Riding along on the grass as we exited the Barry Park playground
last evening, D. and Is. (in the tot-seat) ahead of me, I came upon a dip–a
three-foot rise from the park lawn to the road. Crept slowly, approaching
the dip. Rode up the dip. I had the strange feeling that the front tire
was lifting too much, like I was pulling a wheelie. But it touched down
again, and when it did, the front wheel lurched just enough to create a
momentary loss of balance. I was moving too slowly! So I tried
unsuccessfully to eject: I put down
my right foot, rolled my ankle, and belly flopped onto the bicycle and then onto
the ground where I came to rest part on the pavement and part on the gravel. A bona fide, aww inspiring wipeout.
When the dust settled, Is. was explaining to D. that I just tipped right over.
When I could breathe again,
I got back on and finished the ride. The damages weren’t all that bad. Wind knocked out of me (and
today very sore ribs) from where the bike seat broke phase
one of The Fall, a badly bruised left palm, a scrape on my right forearm, and
mildly skinned knees. I’d say there were about the same number of witnesses as
when I took a spill on the treadmill at the YMCA back in March. No other
falls to speak of in 2009, but there was a close call on a campus visit. By
"close," I mean that with coffee in one hand and a loaded computer bag
over the other shoulder I did a hard Charleston-style step on the ice (similar to what you’ll see when the playhead is at 0:29)
spilled coffee into the air, and then caught the coffee back in the cup
without any loss, regained my balance, and carried on with the short walk. It
wasn’t a fall, but it did have all of the excitement of a fall, none of the
pain or humiliation.
I’ve written about bike crashes here
before, but I intend to make this the last entry on the subject.