As some of you know, I ride my bike a lot. Most good days I try to squeeze in a 21-mile ride on a course I’m happy to repeat over and over, because parts of it are so beautiful. But lately, with the days shortening, it’s a struggle to get a late afternoon ride done before darkness falls.
Last night, around 7 p.m., I was finishing up my last four miles, down Bloomfield Ave. I’m not sure why I didn’t see the thing in the road. I also have no idea how “the thing” was positioned before I hit it. The thing was an uprooted road sign. I’d like to think the sign itself was maybe lying on the grass with its metal pole sticking out in the road. Maybe it was the late day shadows. Maybe I glanced down at the Garmin.
All I know is that one second I was riding my bike, and the next I was in the road. I was bleeding from six different wounds, hands numb, thigh sore, visor snapped off helmet, chain off bike. I’ve been lucky never to have a bad crash or fall over thousands of bike miles. I think I was lucky again that this wasn’t much worse. Nothing seems broken. I don’t think I’m concussed (despite a minor boo-boo on my forehead). I hurt in a lot of places, but it all seems like stuff that will heal. I’m peculiarly exhausted and heavy-lidded, I think from the shock of it.
So I’m moving the Garmin off the handlebars and thanking the gods above that this was not worse. And keeping very quiet for the rest of the weekend.
The rest of you, ride safely. And watch out for stupid crap in the road.