ok, long story.
Beautiful labor day afternoon, I decide to take my Big Red Rocket of Love out for a cruise because I just replaced the crank over the weekend (after 8 months of having it on my to-do list). I was riding down a residential back road, where they have torn up the edges of it, I assume to re-asphalt. So with the edges of the road all beat up I decide to ride more towards the middle of the street. Some car comes flying up behind me honking the horn (everyone in CT is in a hurry). I just kept riding where I was, and waited for them to pass. They eventually did, but within a few inches of me :x . I make some hand gestures intended to relate the importance of giving a bicyclist room on the road. Just then I realize I am at my turn, and I am about to turn into it, and remembered that the edge of the road is still torn up. I tried to jump the 4" asphalt lip on the road with my front wheel. Next thing I know me and the bike are on our sides in the middle of the road, and the driver of a car waiting at the intersection was asking out his window if I was ok. I had the wind knocked out of me so I just nodded, picked up my bike, and gingerly got back on and started slowly riding away. The bike was fine (except for my bell, see pics), and I was starting to get my breath back. I continue to my destination of the grocery store, load up on eats (but not beer, stupid liquor laws), and head home. I get inside with the bike, unload the groceries and clean my wounds (a few scrapes). And I realize that my side really hurts, I think I bruised a rib. This might be my most bodily damaging bike crash (usually for me it's just the bike that's hurt).
And the funniest part about all this: I tried to remember the last time I even crashed a bike (I ride daily), and it was about 8 months ago, back in Rochester, and I was riding the same bike! Pretty similar situation too, I was trying to turn into a parking lot from the road and there was a major lip in the sidewalk. It was after that crash that I had realized that the crank was stripped and would have to be replaced. The bike sat for 8 months while I messed around with other projects, and as soon as I got the bike fixed again, and take it out for a ride, I crash it (maybe it's cursed?). At least this bike can take a beating, and me too
I was planning on trying to get some work done on my AngelWing build tonight, but now I just feel like lying on the couch and taking it easy. Oh well, I guess that's what I get for trying to do too much on labor day. :roll:
The Big Red Rocket of Love, unharmed.
The bell took most of the damage. Now it goes dink donk.
A little bit of road rash. Not enough to really impress anyone, unfortunately. :lol:
Beautiful labor day afternoon, I decide to take my Big Red Rocket of Love out for a cruise because I just replaced the crank over the weekend (after 8 months of having it on my to-do list). I was riding down a residential back road, where they have torn up the edges of it, I assume to re-asphalt. So with the edges of the road all beat up I decide to ride more towards the middle of the street. Some car comes flying up behind me honking the horn (everyone in CT is in a hurry). I just kept riding where I was, and waited for them to pass. They eventually did, but within a few inches of me :x . I make some hand gestures intended to relate the importance of giving a bicyclist room on the road. Just then I realize I am at my turn, and I am about to turn into it, and remembered that the edge of the road is still torn up. I tried to jump the 4" asphalt lip on the road with my front wheel. Next thing I know me and the bike are on our sides in the middle of the road, and the driver of a car waiting at the intersection was asking out his window if I was ok. I had the wind knocked out of me so I just nodded, picked up my bike, and gingerly got back on and started slowly riding away. The bike was fine (except for my bell, see pics), and I was starting to get my breath back. I continue to my destination of the grocery store, load up on eats (but not beer, stupid liquor laws), and head home. I get inside with the bike, unload the groceries and clean my wounds (a few scrapes). And I realize that my side really hurts, I think I bruised a rib. This might be my most bodily damaging bike crash (usually for me it's just the bike that's hurt).
And the funniest part about all this: I tried to remember the last time I even crashed a bike (I ride daily), and it was about 8 months ago, back in Rochester, and I was riding the same bike! Pretty similar situation too, I was trying to turn into a parking lot from the road and there was a major lip in the sidewalk. It was after that crash that I had realized that the crank was stripped and would have to be replaced. The bike sat for 8 months while I messed around with other projects, and as soon as I got the bike fixed again, and take it out for a ride, I crash it (maybe it's cursed?). At least this bike can take a beating, and me too
I was planning on trying to get some work done on my AngelWing build tonight, but now I just feel like lying on the couch and taking it easy. Oh well, I guess that's what I get for trying to do too much on labor day. :roll:
The Big Red Rocket of Love, unharmed.
The bell took most of the damage. Now it goes dink donk.
A little bit of road rash. Not enough to really impress anyone, unfortunately. :lol:
