Today I went on a 30K group ride, and it started out really well. I was at or near the front of the group the whole time, thinking about what an easy easy ride this was, fantasising about being in a TDF peleton etc. We don't seem to have a lot of hills in Toronto, but when I do get to them I kind of enjoy them! (This from a person who HATES thigh shredding hills, which you get a lot of in MD, where I also ride!) I guess these hard rides are improving my abilities dramatically.
Anyway, we get to the path section and go charging along. I was immediately behind the leader, a short and lithe super keener, in a Credit Agricole jersey. Suddenly out of nowhere comes a small group of teenaged males, the kind who wear those GHASTLY baggy, droopy pants. They are weaving all over the path (and our group was riding side by side too, which didn't help) and this kid just rams himself into the leader. It all happened very fast. The leader came crashing down, right into my front wheel. I breaked (broke?) and swerved, but was tossed from my bike into the nearby shrubbery. I was very lucky about that actually.
The kids who rammed into us also crashed dramatically. Fortunately, the people behind me were able to stop in time. I had a slightly skinned knee, and mud on me, but no injuries. My bike however, didn't fare as well, with the wheel twisted in the opposite direction as the handlebars. (My new Trek hybrid!!!!) But we managed to more or less twist it back into position. It's still slightly crooked but I'll work on it.
The kid's bike got totally wrecked, and the chain came right off.
Kid 1: Woah. Yo man, why did you do that to them? Why did you crash yo?
Kid 2: Oh man. Sorry I crashed into you guys. Woooah. Sorry about that. It's OK (referring to our fixed bikes)! Oh.. Sorry......
They were genuinely sorry, but it's no joke when these kids are wrecking your expensive equipment!!!
Anyway, we dusted ourselves off, and carried on. The good thing was I got a lot of attention from the males on the ride wanting to make sure I was OK!