I'd been pondering what to do for rides this weekend, as I have Thursday - Saturday off work.
I'd decided that I was going to get some long rides in and in preparation spent Thurs doing bike maintenance.
(wrestling with conti's off and on mavic rims of the Trek....NO FUN)
We started out this morning with me on the Nashbar tourer and I heard a noise maybe coming from the rear hub. No problem...I'll take it to the shop later and switch it out with the Trek. I take the Trek down and apparently managed to pinch the tube putting the @%#$ tire on the front.
"No problem!", I say to myself somewhat less cheerily.....I'll just go slower and take the Hardrock...I wanted a workout anyway and I was riding with a slower friend. "We'll just stick to the bike path."
As we were riding a park about 10 miles into the ride, cruising along around 15 mph, I (in the front) came round a bend to see on of the bigger @#$@#% snakes I've seen in awhile laying almost completely across the path. Having no time to identify said snake (and forgetting that Richard was following close behind), and this being Texas, I said, "OH MY GOODNESS" (paraphrased) and locked up my brakes.............which had just been replaced at the shop.....with coolstops......More language (which I won't be including...since you all have pretty good imaginations out there in clyde land.)...and the floating feeling in slow motion...before sliding a ways on elbow and head and later thigh and knee...TOWARD the snake.
"OH MY GOLLY GOODNESS", I say.
Meanwhile...behind me, I feel my buddy make contact with my bike.....
"Well Poopie", I think to myself. Luckily...I somehow break most of his fall.
We watch in slow motion (Sam Peckinpa eat your heart out) as a lone water bottle gently rolls up to the snake, which prods it into a striking position, and we see that has a round head...not triagular. It gives us a bad look and slithers off the path (the good part of the show now being over).
After much groaning and taking inventory of body parts (followed by bike parts) and the washing of the road rash (thank you ice water in polar bottles) the spousal unit (Darlin' Angel of Mercy...Susan) was called and made a roadside pick up.
My Inventory includes a rashed elbow, LARGE swollen contusion on my thigh (looks like I stuffed a football in the leg of the shorts), and a bit of scraping and bruising on knee and shin. I bent the handlebars and broke the left hand shifter (managed to bungee up the cable enough to ride the granny ring back to the parking lot.
Richard came out with a bruised (hopefully) rib and hand.
(would have had nice juicy pics...but the daughter probably has my camera as her's isn't working.
I always thought that I'd not be able to endo...what with my weight and (up until now) relatively "meh" stopping power of regular brake pads.
Thanks Cool Stops....You've given me the ability to do incredibly stupid stunts, too.
...I think i may not be riding tomorrow....