Well maybe not legs of steel.

I was commuting yesterday evening and had stopped at an intersection while on route. When the light turned green I got up on the pedals to sprint off and "POP"!! My chain snapped and landed somewhere in the middle of the intersection. Meanwhile, I fell over from the sheer suddeness of losing the chain, landed on top of my bike, with my right pedal making lunch out of my calf.

At first I was pretty pissed, as I thought it was something stupid like dropping the chain, but when I couldn't find the chain on the bike, I thought, "Where in the hell did it go?" I found it a couple meters away. I should add that I bought the chain just this spring too. So it can't be that worn out yet.

Feeling pretty sore, but mostly angery at having my pride stomped on by my own SPD's at the embarassment of wiping out in the middle of traffic, I collected my bike and the derelict chain and hobbled off to the side walk. Less then a block away was the entrance to the subway station. The thought crossed my mind. Instead, I repaired the chain in a matter of minutes and then (tentatively at first) resumed my commute.

It wasn't until I arrived at work that I was made aware of my injuries by my co-workers who looked at my right leg and said, "Is that blood?" Sure enough, My sock was moderately stained, and I had three nice big cuts in my calf which were a nice bright red. No stitches, wasn't that deep but, pretty damn boodly. I also noticed a few more sratches and road rash elsewhere from this silly little bail.

Well today, the bruises have made themselves known and the wrist I injured earlier this year hurts like a S.O.B. Figures, I felt like I had fully recovered from that injury too. Dammit!!!

Funny thing, is today I rode my FR bike into work today, with my shin guards and wrist wrap gloves. Hmmm maybe on an unconcious level, I felt I needed the extra protection.

Sorry, if I've bored anyone with this. Just thought I share my latest commuting "war story".