Monday, April 27, 2009

Wanna buy a barely used bike? I'll give you a great bargain.

You know that saying "It's like riding a bicycle"? I guess that means once you have ridden you never just get on and it all comes back to you. Bullshit. The only thing that came back to me this weekend was how to fall off of said bicycle, again. The last time I rode this death machine was months ago and I took a tumble that caused me to bleed. I laugh about it now because in retrospect it is funny. Yet when the wound is fresh, not so much. I love the feeling of being on a bike, when the wind is blowing through your hair because you're going at a good clip. Big Red is right, the new paved path that runs between two parks is beautiful. My husband rides them weekly since he is training for a 5K, he rides like the wind. I ride like a 747 hitting a bad patch of turbulence. I made it almost all the way to the end of the path, almost.

I turned the corner and BAM! Right off the edge of the sidewalk into a grassy mound littered with big round rocks protruding out of the ground. The fall didn't feel like I hit the ground that hard since it was all in slow motion. I would like to think it was a graceful fall but I'm quite sure it wasn't. It was hard enough that I refused to ride the path back to the house and made my husband ride it back and bring the truck back to pick up me and my wayward bicycle. Oh yeah, H will love this part. While I was lying there in the grass, my other foot got stuck in the bicycle so I could not untangle myself from the rolling machine of death and actually had to take my shoe off to get my foot out. I lamely limped the rest of the way to the parking lot while pushing my bike and sat on a rock waiting for Red to come get me. Humiliated much? What did my sweet husband say? "You definitely need to work on the stopping part". Nice.


1 comment:

Your Loving Husband said...

I give you an 8 for the ride, and a 1 for the dismount.