Came around a country corner this morning enjoying my improving knee and hit a puddle of semi-fresh cow sh*t. Could have been steer sh*t, but, being a Valley boy, I'm certain it was cow. There are a lot of them around here. They're the local tifosi sort of. They don't get too excited, but they do sometimes run along beside me for a short ways, and they look very intent as I pass. Oh, and, like all tifosi, they leave marks on the road. And I ran over one this morning.
I felt that rear tire start to slide sideways and, as before most crashes, all I could think of was "Oh, sh*t"-- which was, in fact, totally appropriate. But here's the point: sideways I went, but.......I didn't hit the pavement. (Imagine, road rash imbedded with bacteria bubbling, greenish brown cow pud....not good.)
My Pasela 32 got a grip in the last split second, I stayed upright, and continued on my way. Not being in a cheese commercial but in real life, the tifosi didn't smirk or make witty observations about "almost nailed another one" or "Darn, we crapped out". But they did stare as intently as ever.
So, I might just write a letter to Panaracer telling them of my experience. Maybe they'll use my story at some promotional event. Or me on a poster in Panaracer jersey, with an arm around a cow, saying, "No Sh*t".
**** Had I been on my other bike with hard skinnies, I'd have truly been down in deep sh*t. There's something to be said for a bigger contact patch and flotation.