my first crash May 30, 2008
It all happened on a lovely Saturday afternoon of Memorial Day weekend. Me and some friends were riding our bikes across town to a cookout. I looked down and noticed my bike lock was falling through my basket and so I tried to grab it and recover it to a happier position where it wouldn’t get caught in my front tire. While I was wrestling the lock someone slowed down in front of me and I hit their back tire and lost control of my bike and fell on the street on my right side. I have road rash on my wrist, elbow, side, a bruise on my leg, my shoulder was pretty sore for a few days, and a bruised ego. My beautiful, green, 1977 schwinn suburban was injured as well, the basket and fender were a little bent out of shape. Lesson learned: Don’t use those crappy locks that don’t coil around your bike. Lesson #2: Maybe don’t use those crappy locks when you’ve had a few beers and bicycling.
I was due for a crash. It had been a while. I can’t remember the last time I crashed on my bike in fact. It reminds me of learning to ride a bike. First of all it took forever, as my brother Billy learned at 3 years old and it took me until I was 7. Immediately after I learned I crashed my bike and broke my arm and had to wear bread bags on my arm all summer while I played in the slip ‘n slide.