my first bicycle crash was not a pretty one, nor was it particularly spectacular…but it certainly hurt and left me with a mild concussion.
riding home from caribou coffee after a good long session of message writing for our upcoming marriage retreat at the shorewood campus, i was on the road taking a left in a turn lane when i decided to hop the curb (a typical move) to get on the bike path… only i didn’t quite clear the curb—it was a lot higher than i anticipated. i was traveling at a pretty good clip and i flipped over my handlebars and landed square on my head. thank goodness for helmets!
i have a massive headache, watery eyes, and woke up this morning in a fog… it’s good times and tylenol isn’t taking it away… so, what am i going to do? get back on my bike this morning and head off to caribou once again… this time the curb won’t win!
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okay, so i’m a sissy… i didn’t ride my bike to caribou. tracy came home sick and i decided to snag the car!
Ouch!!!
Sorry to hear that. Yesterday Anne told me I needed to wear a helmet if I was going to get a bike and I told her that that would be gay. Turns out she is right, thanks Monts.
helmets are good… i like them a lot…
i thought getting one for a bicycle was a sissy thing to do… but i’m sure glad i got one. i hate how it looks, but it was certainly worth it now!
get a helmet… save your head.
Try hitting a cat with a motor scooter at 30 MPH. The cat won and I went over the handlebars. Yes, helmets are definitly a good thing. I hope you’re feeling better soon. Did the bike incur any damage? It would be tough to have the Prius AND the bike out of commisiion.
yeah, i’m glad i wasn’t traveling at 30 mph…and i’m glad there wasn’t a cat involved!
thankfully there was no damage—at least that i can tell… it rode fine all the way home.
I’m just impressed that this is your FIRST bicycle accident. I had multiple in grade school one of which split open my knee & exposing bone. Welcome to a delayed childhood.