I’ve been riding for maybe 25 years. Well, I’ve been riding a bike for over 40 years, but I’ve identified myself as a cyclist for about the last 25. No, I’m not going to reopen that can of worms about who is a cyclist.
In all the time I’ve been riding, I’ve only come off now & then. Everyone falls, even pro riders: what do you expect? It’s an unstable 2 wheel conveyance, not a bed.
Last time was maybe 4 years ago, I got a mild concussion and was a little dopier than usual for the rest of the day. But no lasting damage (maybe the dopiness).
Until this morning.
Wet roads (quite unusual here in Melbourne the last few years) and I rolled over something extra slippery – bang! – the bike went out from under me and down I went.
My buddy David, riding second wheel, didn’t have a choice: he landed on top of me. The other two boys we were with thought it was hysterical and said it was a Tour quality off.
- One cracked rib (David).
- One broken scafoid (?) bone (mine – could mean 6 weeks in plaster).
- Bent frame & broken brake/gear assemblies (mine).
- Lots of pride and assorted road rash.