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07-13-07, 05:40 PM
I took a minor spill today at the intersection of Skyline and the Great Highway near the San Francisco Zoo. If you're familiar with the intersection, you know there's a three-way stop there. If you're headed north toward SF, you take a left at the intersection and immediately start going up a short but steepish hill. Since the cars never like to wait long for cyclists to clear the intersection, and since it helps to have some momentum for the hill, I typically pedal pretty hard there and that's what I was doing today.
I've popped my chain doing that in the past and did it again today -- only this time I was out of the saddle and leaning forward enough so that soon I was sailing over the bars and headed toward a traffic island. I got unclipped and landed with a semi-roll, and ended up pretty much intact except for a few minor scrapes and bruises. My bike looked good too except for one bent brifter, so eventually I got up and started peddling home. Five gingerly ridden miles later, I was at my apartment door, ready to clean myself up and sit in a soft chair for a while. Unfortunately, when I reached into my jersey pocket for my keys, all I found was a little bit of dirt.
And thus today's cycling lesson: If you crash, always check your pockets before leaving the crash scene.
Unless you want an excuse to add ten more miles to your ride.
I've popped my chain doing that in the past and did it again today -- only this time I was out of the saddle and leaning forward enough so that soon I was sailing over the bars and headed toward a traffic island. I got unclipped and landed with a semi-roll, and ended up pretty much intact except for a few minor scrapes and bruises. My bike looked good too except for one bent brifter, so eventually I got up and started peddling home. Five gingerly ridden miles later, I was at my apartment door, ready to clean myself up and sit in a soft chair for a while. Unfortunately, when I reached into my jersey pocket for my keys, all I found was a little bit of dirt.
And thus today's cycling lesson: If you crash, always check your pockets before leaving the crash scene.
Unless you want an excuse to add ten more miles to your ride.