This morning I crashed my bike ok the way to work. I would love to be able to say it was something spectacular. It was not.
At the bottom of the hill by my house, I rolled up the access ramp to press the crosswalk button, like I had done hundreds of times before. As I hit the button and made the quick right, I didn’t have enough momentum. I pulled the turn tighter, hoping of using the ramp to gain some momentum. No such luck. I stopped and started to teeter. I’m desperation I tried to get my right foot out of the clip, and when I did, it was too late. I misjudged the ramp angle and was so off balance, I went down.
I looked to see if anyone was around to see it. Luckily there wasn’t. Besides a little scuff to my bar tape and seat, a chunk of skin on my ankle bone, and the spot on my hip where it might bruise, the only other thing that was hurt was my pride. Even that only stung for a second before I started laughing at myself.
I’m such a spaz.