There are times when I don’t want to wake up to the sound of my alarm, and last night in a split second decision I texted my friends who were meeting to ride at Flat Woods today at 7:30 to tell them I wouldn’t be there. Instead I would just ride near my house on the roads. There isn’t much traffic on Sunday mornings, so I feel comfortable being on the road. However, I don’t feel comfortable clipping in and out of my pedals quickly when a light turns green. And low and behold, today after stopping at a red light, I had trouble getting my cleat to clip back into the pedal… and I ate shit!
I must admit, my second thought after looking to make sure a car wasn’t headed right for me, was “damn, now I’m going to have a busted up leg for the wedding I’m going to next week.” Surprisingly though my battle wounds are not that bad.
My bike might need to go to the hospital though. The handle bar is a little bent. Dave and I might be able to get it “back to normal,” but I’ll feel better having a professional handle it.
Next time I won’t bail out on the Flat Woods ride. Lesson learned.
(15.68 miles in before the fall and having to ride home to admit to Dave what just happened.)