Today during lunchtime sprints I ate a giant bag of hurt. My FD's upper limit was out too far, and my frame is a little flexy in the BB...end result is that several kicks into a 53-12 sprint I lost the chain, the bike went wonky - and I went down. At somewhere around 31mph.
It's funny, as I'm in the air, I'm thinking "man this is gonna hurt" and you know what? It did. A lot. Two cars rolled by without stopping, and this is on a backroad on Fort Bragg. Well f**k you very much guys.
It took me a minute to regain my composure, but a nice guy stopped and gave me a ride back to work. I took a shower, and I imagine any passers by were suspicious that a **** was going on, judging from my horrifically profane utterances as the soap and water made their way into my wounds.
I got cleaned up, and examined my stuff. My helmet is trashed, and judging from the knock it took, and scrapes on it - I'd have been in a world of mess without it. Then I headed to the Doc, and got patched up properly. Apparently it's just road rash, and a lot of suck. I got some pain killers, so I apologize for any incoherence. I didn't want to take anything to muddy my brain during work, and subsequent 5 hours of night school, so I held off until 40 minutes ago. I do feel much better now
The worst part? I'm still thinking about racing this weekend...shouldering the bike is gonna ROCK.