This afternoon I brought my friend’s Marin out for a test ride. She complained the shifting was rough and wanted my opinion. I hopped on and cruised away on smooth, flat, newly paved, blemish free roads.
I went through the gears and determined that a simple tune up would remedy her shifting issues. Then I decided to ride a bit. The Marin had skins for tires and was the perfect commuter bike. I pedalled hard and started to bank a left turn. The Marin glided smoothly underneath me until my left pedal struck the pavement; I had committed a rookie error by not aligning my pedals with the ground. The impact bounced the bike to the right and me right over the handlebars. I crashed ass over teakettle, my right shoulder, hip, knee, outer calf all getting a mild scrapping. My left palm also got a little chewed up.
Fortunately, my head never made contact with the ground, which is a good thing since I wasn’t wearing a helmet. Dumb move, I should know better. I’ll consider myself lucky and not be so careless again.
Note: the little cutie behind the post is my five year old, who is down to just one training wheel on his bike. I’m hoping by mid summer he’s got them both off!