It continues to be the winter that wasn’t. It’s spring-like weather so far. The one 22 degree day was the sole sign of winter in Atlanta. A little sprinkling on the way into work yesterday was my only riding in the rain (so far). I’m still yet to really prepare for that eventuality.
I’ve only driven to work one day this year. That was Wednesday of last week, which was sort of a hell day, with a deliverable, two meetings, and it rained non-stop. It was a fine day to drive.
Yesterday, I finally got my task list lined up such that I got my parking pass to work on a day that (1) I didn’t drive, (2) I wasn’t slammed with meetings and teleconferences all day long. And so, I traded in my yearly fixed-rate parking pass ($647/year) for a per-park parking pass ($25/year + $5 each time I park). Just like I said I was going to do. So, now I have built in an incentive to bike. It’ll cost me $5 every day that I don’t, and it’s a cost that will be much more visible than insurance, maintenance, fuel, etc., that gets amortized over time & trips.
Friday was a lovely day to ride. I had a beautiful morning ride, a long day at work, and was on my way home when…
I had recently been experimenting with shifting a little less. Rather than shift up and down, up and down, I was spinning a bit more, and more frequently standing up on the pedals in what would normally be, to me, too high a gear. I was standing up on the pedals when my chain slipped.
My chain is probably worn. It was Dad’s, and I don’t know when he last had it replaced. The chain is likely shot, as is the cassette. So, I’m standing on the pedals, with all my weight on the right pedal, at the top of the stroke, when the chain slipped. My right foot suddenly shot down. It threw my weight down and to the right. My body went to the right, and my hands stayed on the handlebars, pushing them to the left. The wheels shot to the left, and the bike went out from under me, sending me to the pavement.
I felt my helmet smack against the pavement, along with my elbow. I was shocked, but largely unhurt. A passerby stopped with offers of help, for which I was grateful. I was also grateful that I wasn’t badly hurt. My panniers had come off but bent back into place easily. My eye mirror had come off, but I found that after a couple of passes over the accident scene, and it looked as good as new. My adrenaline was up, but I got home OK, wondering if I was going to feel it later.
I spend the weekend sore, but not too badly beat-up. I’m not standing up on the pedals until I can get my bike looked at. My helmet was cracked, and I disposed of it and am using Dad’s old helmet, which he bought after he gave me my last one to wear on the last half of my 2002 bike tour.
On Monday, my wife and daughter and I hopped on the bikes and rode down to the MLK center for the parade. The weather forecasters predicted sunny and warm, and instead we got cold and light rain. No problem. A little Mexican food and a parade was just what the doctor ordered.


