Just one of those days…
Today has been one of those days where I should have just followed my dog’s lead and gone back to bed after breakfast. I knew it was going to be a rough day in the saddle when I took my dog on a walk this morning. My legs were tired and I could feel it. Apparently I’m not quite used to the ride-run-ride routine yet. What I didn’t realize was that I was going to literally go head-over-heels on my second ride on a brand new carbon bike!!!
I set out this morning to ride the loop near my house which involves quite a few hills (I have no idea what I was thinking). The ride down the hills was just peachy; I was tucked in the aero position and flying. It wasn’t until the second half of my ride that I realized that I just should have stayed in bed.
Just past the halfway point on my ride I realized my cadence wasn’t registering. I’m a big believer in proper cadence when riding and I like to have it working. This problem usually happens when my cadence meter shifts a little during the ride so I reached down to try to shift it. Well, I really don’t know the specifics of what happened next, but if I had to guess I’d say it was a perfect storm of my weight being shifted to the left (to adjust the cadence meter) and hitting a decent sized bump in the road while my right hand was on the bars which caused my front wheel to turn perpendicular.
Needless to say I was airborne after that. I was only going about 12-13 miles an hour at the time since I had slowed down so it wasn’t that bad. I knew I was going to be OK mid-way through the crash when the only thought running threw my mind was making sure the carbon frame didn’t hit the ground (yes, I used my body to catch the bike). After I got up, I did a pretty thorough inspection of the bike and (thankfully) the only damage was a scuff on the steel bar-end shifters.
As for me, aside from a little scrape on the knee and a raspberry on my hip, the only damage was a minor nick on my ego. That said, I’m not very egotistic and it was actually pretty funny in retrospect. I keep picturing my dumb ass flying over the handlebars because I was too stupid not to stop before I tried to adjust my cadence meter. At least there were no cars or other bikers around to see. The last thing I needed at that point was the obligatory “Are you all right?” from a passer-by.
Live and learn, I guess. More importantly, remember to just laugh things off when there’s nothing you can do about it. Even if I had cracked my frame, I would have been pissed at first, but crying over spilled milk never got anyone anywhere.
Here’s to spilling my milk again sometime in the near future.