goodguygrady (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goodguygrady) wrote,@ 2007-07-19 12:32:00 |
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Last Sunday, I sold my car to bdashrad. My bike is getting a tune up and converted to fixed gear next Tuesday, so in the interim bdashrad let me borrow his bike. For the past four and a half days I've been biking nearly everywhere I go - school, work, wherever.
It was raining when I got out of school yesterday. I could have pulled my bike onto the Green Line (it stops right behind my school), but decided to ride home in the rain. Other than the water, it was a beautiful not-too-warm day. I rode from my school to Orchard Skateshop, about 5 minutes away on Tremont St on Mission Hill. I wanted to check on the status of a helmet I ordered for Ethan; it wasn't in yet.
I hopped back on the bike and made my way back to Huntington Ave to get to the Jamaica Way. As I turned onto Huntington, I discovered that the width of my front tire was just slightly smaller than the gap in the road for the Green Line tracks. My front tire jammed into that gap, and I went over the handlebars. My shoulder, the palm of my right hand, and my right hip area met the ground. I remember hitting my head, but there are no bumps or scratches or anything to prove it.
After that, I decided it was more important to get myself a helmet than to get home. I rode to Bikes Not Bombs in JP. On the way there, on Centre St, the front wheel did it again, but I knew better and let the bike fall. I got to BNB about 15 minutes before they opened, so I got some lunch and went back. I bought not only a helmet (skate style so I can use it when I skate with Ethan), but also a pair of gloves. They look "retro" with mesh on the back of the hand, but there is kevlar right at the bottom of the palm where I have holes in my hand from the gravel.
After I left there, I went home. By the time I got home, I was soaked. Well, the front half of me was. That whole forward motion thing keeps your back from getting rained on. I peeled my clothes off and went to take a shower. My shoulder has a bright red abrasion about the size of one of those gold dollar coins:
As I mentioned, my hand has a few small holes from gravel on the road, along with several scratches. My hip has a few more scratches, but nowhere near as bad as my hand.
bdashrad, sorry, but the extensions on your handlebars are scratched up. =/
Knowing the way people drive in this city, it's only a matter of time before I get hit by a car. At least with the helmet, my noggin will be a little safer.
bdashrad. My bike is getting a tune up and converted to fixed gear next Tuesday, so in the interim bdashrad let me borrow his bike. For the past four and a half days I've been biking nearly everywhere I go - school, work, wherever.It was raining when I got out of school yesterday. I could have pulled my bike onto the Green Line (it stops right behind my school), but decided to ride home in the rain. Other than the water, it was a beautiful not-too-warm day. I rode from my school to Orchard Skateshop, about 5 minutes away on Tremont St on Mission Hill. I wanted to check on the status of a helmet I ordered for Ethan; it wasn't in yet.
I hopped back on the bike and made my way back to Huntington Ave to get to the Jamaica Way. As I turned onto Huntington, I discovered that the width of my front tire was just slightly smaller than the gap in the road for the Green Line tracks. My front tire jammed into that gap, and I went over the handlebars. My shoulder, the palm of my right hand, and my right hip area met the ground. I remember hitting my head, but there are no bumps or scratches or anything to prove it.
After that, I decided it was more important to get myself a helmet than to get home. I rode to Bikes Not Bombs in JP. On the way there, on Centre St, the front wheel did it again, but I knew better and let the bike fall. I got to BNB about 15 minutes before they opened, so I got some lunch and went back. I bought not only a helmet (skate style so I can use it when I skate with Ethan), but also a pair of gloves. They look "retro" with mesh on the back of the hand, but there is kevlar right at the bottom of the palm where I have holes in my hand from the gravel.
After I left there, I went home. By the time I got home, I was soaked. Well, the front half of me was. That whole forward motion thing keeps your back from getting rained on. I peeled my clothes off and went to take a shower. My shoulder has a bright red abrasion about the size of one of those gold dollar coins:
As I mentioned, my hand has a few small holes from gravel on the road, along with several scratches. My hip has a few more scratches, but nowhere near as bad as my hand.
bdashrad, sorry, but the extensions on your handlebars are scratched up. =/Knowing the way people drive in this city, it's only a matter of time before I get hit by a car. At least with the helmet, my noggin will be a little safer.
