Hey everyone, I have been lurking on the forums for a while, but after my experience today I feel compelled to post.
I was riding on my local bike path here in RI doing my usual 20 mile ride. On the weekends, the path can get kind of crowded, so I keep the speed low and pass with caution.
I come upon two older men meandering along on Wal Mart special mountain bikes. As I approach, I call out my usual "on your left!" before I pass.
Apparently, this is enough to startle one of them into moving left--directly into my path.
I grab the brakes, knowing there's no time to stop and up and over I go, headfirst into my first crash at speed (I remember seeing 15.5mph on my way over).
I land taking the brunt of the crash on my left shoulder, also hitting my left knee, wrist, and my head (thankfully helmeted).
As I lay on the asphalt doing a mental check of all my body parts, I hear a spewing of inappropriate language directed at me.
"Serves you right, M.F.er, you need get a bell or a horn to let people know you're passing, you don't know S. you stupid A." Keep in mind, the only inconvenience I've caused this guy is that he had to stop his bike and yell at someone who just smashed themselves into the pavement to keep from running into him.
I get up, dust myself off and walk my bike in the direction I came from back to my car, dripping blood and limping without a single look from the 30+ people I walked past on my 2.5 mile journey back to the car.
So here I sit, banged up, swollen and bitter. Unable to ride for at least a week.
Anyone have any motivational stories that could help restore my faith in cyclists and people in general?
Thanks for listening to my whining and complaining!