Tonight (I guess it would be last night at this point), I went out riding the bent. My goal was to see how far it could go using mainly the throttle and very little pedaling. It was after sunset, but I was going down familiar terrain.
I ended up miscalculating where a right hand turn lane began, and bounced off the edge of the asphalt unexpectedly. While trying to regain control, I bounced again where the asphalt really began. At that point, I was all out of control and ended up going down in a tangle of handlbars. Handlebars stabbed me in the boob (right on the nipple) and in the abdomen (left both an abrasion and a bruise). Also cut up my leg on my pedal. ...Guess my first spill on a bent at least verified my theory that I wouldn't fly over the handlebars on a bent; instead I flew right into them.
After checking myself and adjusting some things on the bike, I started off, bloody and all, towards home. About a mile later, 2 guys jumped right into my path, held up their fists at me, and started yelling, "Get off the bike." (Another first for me, since I've never been harassed before on a commute.) At that point, I was thoroughly freaked out, and just yelled, "HEY!" in the same way I'd yell it at a naughty kid. It kind of stopped them for a few seconds. Then I just hit the throttle and pedaled hard to get around. ...I still have no clue what the F--- those guys were trying to do--freak me out, attack me, take my bike, or ???
Upon arriving home, I decided that a trip to the ER might be a good idea, due to the poke in the abdomen. Boyfriend took me, and I finally told him to go home and sleep when it became apparent that it was going to take 3-4 hours just to get the whole X-ray of the internal organs done. So I'm just getting home from a night full of drinking the orange drink dye and being injected with contrast chemicals. Every CNA, nurse, and doctor there had me repeat the story--not just "Where do you hurt?" but also, "How exactly did you do this?" along with "Were you drinking?" (No) and "Were you wearing a helmet?" (Yes)
Short part of the story is that my diagnosis is just contusions and abrasions. No internal problems. Oh, and the answer to my original question is that the Bionx motor took me about 11 miles with minimal pedaling.
While waiting for BF to come and pick me up afterwards, I talked to some guy who was there with a surface stab wound on his belly that was was actually lighter than what was on my belly. It was some hispanic guy who had been attacked by a couple of skinheads when they realized he wasn't white. ...It was just a crazy mess out there tonight.
Now I'm just sore and tired and going to bed.