Saturday, February 16, 2013
When I was a kid in elementary school, we had this singer called Bill Wellington come every year to perform for us. He sang goofy songs about the most random things, but they've totally stuck with me. Magdalena Hagdalena...the Vindow Viper...and Gnarly Road Rash!
I have had "Gnarly Road Rash" stuck in my head every since halfway through my bike ride today because - I totally acquired some gnarly road rashes! :)
I had taken my outer pair of gloves off (I felt like an idiot, by the way, when it was 60 degrees outside and I was bundled up with my wool socks, two pairs of gloves, three shirts, my fleece ear-warmer-headband thing, etc. - there were people out walking in shorts! Thanks a lot, Raynaud's) so that I could get a stick of gum unwrapped and into my mouth while I was riding. And I was trying to put my glove back on, but the thing is, I'd taken off my left glove so I had to take my left hand off the handlebar to put it back on. For whatever reason, I am terrible at steering the bike with just my right hand. If I'm riding one-handed, I can really only do it comfortably with the left hand. Usually, if I need to take a glove off I take the right one off and mess with the mp3 player or get out my gum or whatever needs doing right-handed, and then I can use my left hand to help put the glove back on while keeping it braced on the handlebar. (Does that make sense?) Anyways, the point is, I can normally take a glove off and on just fine while riding, but because this was the opposite hand that I'm used to (for some reason, I'd put the gum in the left pocket today), I had trouble. The bike wobbled all over the place, and eventually I lost control while going fairly quickly. Fortunately, this was on a dedicated bike trail that was like ten feet removed from the road it parallels, and there was nobody around anyway. I wouldn't have tried the glove thing while riding on an actual motor vehicle road; I do try to be careful. But since I was off on my own bike trail, I went for it...and wiped out. My bike ended up several feet in front of me with the chain knocked off and everything.
Ripped both long-sleeved shirts on the pavement as well as a fair bit of my elbow and got some very very mild rash on my legs. Jolted something-or-other underneath the sternum. And I think I bruised my thigh or something. But I'm otherwise fine.
And hey, at least I didn't get the butt rash I've been getting the last few times where my rear panty line rubs up against my skin and irritates it, because I followed the advice of a Spark friend and went semi-commando today. :) (Just bike shorts underneath my biking pants!) So I exchanged one kind of rash for another, I guess, but hey - it's kind of progress!
Okay so anyways, the moral of the story is...maybe I should stop the bike if I need to put a glove back on. :) This was such a ridiculously preventable fall, though it's kind of a shame no one saw it - I bet it looked as ridiculous as it felt.
[Side note: I'm 95% sure I saw a huuuuge bald eagle hanging out in a field by the river about 10 minutes before I utterly wiped out...it was pretty cool!]