My First Real Road Bike Crash
While Heather was out breaking her goal of 2000 miles, I was out breaking other things. I had my first real crash today, and while I’ve crashed dozens of times on my mt. bike, this was a little different. When I’m mt. biking, I almost expect to crash–pretty much at any time. I take a lot more chances and I’m a little loose on the trail, especially when descending. But I didn’t see this coming, and I really should have.
I was out on a short ride this morning–sneaking in a 45 minute jaunt before work (I’m on day 7 in a row at work, so I needed to make time to ride). I wanted to do at least 10 miles. Hey, something is better than nothing. I finished my loop and had 9.5 miles in. Because I’m ridiculous, I decided to spin around my neighborhood that extra .5 mile just to even it off. I was about 4 houses away from my own when I banked a sharp left to turn up a side street. The street was an immediate hill, so I took the corner with some speed. What I didn’t account for, and feel pretty silly for not seeing this, was all those wet leaves in the corner of the road I was using to turn. My bike cut out from under me and before I knew it, I was down.
My helmet did it’s job as I did knock my head good enough to make me a bit disoriented after the fall. I have an amazing hemotoma on my left hip (see photo–but it looks much better in person–10 hours post crash), some bruises and scrapes on my left elbow and knee, a very sore shoulder from taking most of the impact on my upper arm, and the thing that hurts worst: the meat of my palm. I have NO IDEA how I injured this as all the falling happened to the left, and this was my right hand. Thank god for the padded cycling glove. I walked around work cradling my hand and found signing my name a tender chore.
I knew I’d crash eventually–it’s impossible to think I would be immune to it. But really-it was a good crash, good in that I’m not seriously hurt and that I’m a little more aware of road conditions. Wet leaves? Lesson learned.