pavement + me = ouch January 19
Yesterday, on my way to lunch with a friend, in the process of flying down Baseline Dr. on my bike, I made the spetacularly stupid move of trying to adjust my lock, which resulted in me and the bike being transferred from a vertical rolling position to a horizontal sliding position. I was goig fast, and slid quite a ways. Thankfully, no one ran me over. That would have sucked. I pulled my bike to the side of the road, talked to two concerned people that stopped to see if I was ok, and then promptly passed out in someone’s front yard. Doh!
I got taken to the hospital by two very nice complete strangers, and got to meet a crazy conservative with an infected beesting (who had four different wounds from failed attempts to give him an IV, which I find more than slightly ironic), and got to have lots of fun with sadistic xray techs who made me do lots of painful things.
Moral of the story is that I chipped the corner off my shoulder, which sucks, but, as far as these things go, is pretty mild compared to what could have been. So, l now have a nice industry velcro contraption to bind my arm to my body (you gotta love industrial velcro), and silly things like putting on shirts and flushing the toilet take on all new meaning. And I anticipate getting to discover all sort of new intracacies about the boulder bus system. w00t!