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Well, they say it's not if you crash, but when. Tonight was when. I was just coming back from an evening ride. It was very cold, around 2C, and getting dark. I turned onto my street and at the same time had a look at the car that was approaching me. The next thing I knew my front wheel was rubbing along the curb and I was still leaning into the turn. I guess I overcooked it a bit and that was it. Luckily I knew it was coming so I was a little bit prepared as I hit the sidewalk. Slid for about 10 feet then got up cursing, more worried about my bike than anything else. The guy in the car slowed down to see if I was okay. Or maybe he got a good laugh. Whatever. I gave him the "It's all good" wave and went back to my cursing. I then picked up the bike, gave it the once over, put the chain back on and slowly rode the 200 metres to my house.
As it turns out, there's very little damage to the bike or me. Small scratch on the fork, scuffs on the right brake lever, scuffs on the right pedal, rear derailleur and saddle. The shifter got the worst of it. As for me - torn tights and jacket, scraped leg and elbow, and wounded pride.
It could have been worse, but I still feel pretty stupid right now.
Cheers!
Kevin
As it turns out, there's very little damage to the bike or me. Small scratch on the fork, scuffs on the right brake lever, scuffs on the right pedal, rear derailleur and saddle. The shifter got the worst of it. As for me - torn tights and jacket, scraped leg and elbow, and wounded pride.
It could have been worse, but I still feel pretty stupid right now.
Cheers!
Kevin