Tuesday I left on a routine 45 kilometre interval ride between rainstorms. 500 metres away from home I turned the corner of Exmouth and Murphy, a corner that I have ridden countless times, at my normal speed ... next thing I know I've hit the asphalt hard. I land on my right hip and elbow and continue sliding on my belly, feet first, across the lane with my bike leading the way.
I have no idea how this happened but, it being rush hour, dozens of cars were lined up waiting to turn the corner. Me, thinking I was invincible and forgetting how slick asphalt is in rain, ended up sliding around the corner on my belly in front of way too many witnesses.
Now, when I ride, I find that I can't ride slowly, particularly on the home stretch. So, at this point I'm flying along at around 32 km/hr. I'm gasping for breath and my heart is beating like a drum. The impact with the asphalt knocked the wind out of me but, with the help of adrenaline and complete and total embarrassment, I got up off the road in record time, made sure my bike was still roadworthy and was off for home.
|The bruising on my right leg|
Lesson for the road: accidents happen when we become comfortable and think that we can handle it all on our own ...
I am now safely recovering, my bike's wheels are all back in true and I am admiring the beautiful colouring of my bruises.