Another semester, another bike accident

For someone who's never gotten a ticket for speeding, never had a car accident, and always wears a seatbelt, you would think that my bike safety record would be superb as well.

Well, think again.

Some of you might remember the flying-over-the-handlebars incident last semester when I made the mistake of applying my front-wheel brakes while going 25 mph down a steep hill.

Yesterday, I had another accident, and while I escaped the massive bruising of the first incident, this one was a little more dramatic in the blood department.

I was riding home from work and I decided to call Allison for her birthday and leave her a message. (Read: only one hand on the handlebars.) I was done with the message, listening to the sending options, when I hit the clear plastic bottle in the middle of the sidewalk. I remember the feeling of helplessness as my front tire wobbled out of control, and then the telephone pole was looming, my shoulder aiming right for its nail-studded side.

A jogger who happened by and saw the whole thing helped me up and hit my bike seat back into straitness. I didn't realize until he had already run on that my bike chain had slipped off the sprockets and hung useless around the pedals, but I called my roommate's fiance and they both came and helped me home. God is good!

I went to the doctor's today because there was some doubt as to whether I was current on my tetanus shots, but it turns out that those things last 10 years, so I'm ok for a while. That's my adventure!