halfbiked

sent the following as email to a couple buddies...

So I'm cruising along to work, minding my own business, enjoying the crisp air,
the crunch of snow under my tires & the sun in my face when I - through
instinct alone - miraculously recovered from veering off the path, then getting
caught on the edge when returning to the path - you know when your front tire
hops up but the rear doesn't & just slides along totally throwing you off
balance? Well somehow with one dab and a bit of a sideways skid I recovered,
replaced my ass on the seat and rode on thinkin' to myself: "ha, stoopid snow
ain't got nothin' on you boy!" when I veered off the other side of the
path, hung up both tires in a rut and spread my bike and self all over the
place. I bruised my ego more than anything else & left a mysterious imprint in
the snow. I hope visitors to fort snelling this morning see my spot and wonder
WTF happened to that guy...

Easy Rider

Don't you just hate that. I posted my first fall story just yesterday (It had to happen...first stack!) But with the heat we are having, I couldn't blame it on the snow. Just taking a corner on a path too fast and not tracking in the middle.

Now that that's out of the way...

SteveFox

for my first fall i simply took an icey corner too fast and slid...i was doin about 35 kph on the flat ground though, in the snow and ice, so it was coming.

steve

huhenio

sorry ... no blood ... no story

halfbiked

Can't remember the last time I bled from a bike crash. Though my wife noticed a bruise on my hind end last night; does misplaced blood count, even if it don't come through the skin?