so i'm juiced and jazzed coming up oak street in phoenix( with some really wicked sidewinds blustering about) toward scottsdale today to teach a ballet class. i am loving the freedom my new rack and arkel tailrider are giving me. i'm faster. i know it. my bike computer tells me so. backpack-free and cruising up the mild climb near the mcdowell buttes, i hit the crest in full bliss and pop into big gear, aggressively attacking the descent. two seconds later, i stand up in the saddle and really crank it. i popped the chain and recieved a nice side gust of wind simultaneously. the bike squirelled and sailed out from underneath me at about 27 mph. i was 8 feet away from the bike when i landed on my tailbone, right shoulder, elbow, and last but not least, helmeted head.
i was literally stunned as i popped off the pavement. my ass was numb and i felt a little sick. i cringed like and old man and was barely able to answer the passing motorist who stopped to see if i was ok.
a very cute forty something blonde came out from her house and invited me in to dress my bloody arm, but i had money on the other end of my journey. i crouched a bit more, then gingerly made my way saddleward. i thanked her and still made my 5:30 gig three miles away, albeit i disturbed my students with my sweet cherry road rash. i am in whole body ache right now. i love it.