I rode 20 miles this morning and was having a blast. A young fellow passed me like I was sitting still and I thought: "Wow, I wonder if I can catch him?" Of course I did and we were moving along at 19 to 21 mph. Him on his all carbon Trek and me on my 26 pound Randonee. I was so proud of myself, but I just couldn't hang with him after two miles so I slowed down. I started to pull my camera out of the handle bar bag to get a shot of who dropped me.
Yep, he slammed on his brakes in the middle of a straight away and I looked up just in time to slam on my breaks and tap his rear wheel with my front. Over I went! Small tear in left knee of my tights and a big hole in my ego! The tights bothered me more than the ego. No damage to either bike.
He was a nice guy and apologized for not looking back and just shutting it down. I apologized for not keeping my eyes on the road.
Ended the day by having a tooth pulled!
I'll do it again tomorrow - ride sans the dentist.
What a great day!