My first road bike crash?

I was riding my 3 day old Madone on a secluded little (not very well known) path. I am booking it doing probably 32Mph. This is a narrow path, maybe 4 or 5 feet across. It also curves to and fro and has lots of hills and dips. Very fun.

Anyway, I came accelerating out of a corner and suddenly see these three fat women walking shoulder to shoulder up the path a ways. I call out that I am coming up. No response, I shout again, louder. No response. I finally am maybe 100 ft from them and I yell "Move the f*ck out of the way". They finally all scream and jump into the dirt on the sides as I tear through. Then they start yelling at me. "Slow down *****hole" they say. I flip them off over my shoulder as I stand and sprint up a hill and out of their sight.

Little did I know, this particular hill did not remain straight after its crest, it reaches the top, drops down AND turns at the same time. Turns sharp. I am doing 35 Mph. This is not a good thing. I slam on my breaks and start trying to get some lean in for the turn. Not happening. I go straight off the path, into the sand, where the Madone quickly grabs a front wheel full of sand and, brakes applied 100% now, throws me over the handlebars.

I did NOT unclip as this happened. I had the joy of hurdling through the air with the bike still attached, landing on my face and chest in the sand (thank FSM for small miracles) and then having the bike land on me, unclip my shoes and tear my calve open with the chainring.

Believe it or not, I was up, back on the bike and riding away WELL before the fat beeatches came over the hill to see my all wrecked.


That was my first road bike crash,