
Originally Posted by
3L4NS1R
Learnt first hand on thursday why I'm an idiot.
Was doing some tshirt printing at home, ran out of ink, and promptly jumped on the bike to pootle down the road to get some more.
Chucked on the jacket, then thought... can I be bothered putting the rest on? Answer was no, so I chucked the helmet on, wheeled out the bike, and set off.
Long story short, car stops abruptly at a zebra crossing, I also attempt to stop abruptly. Slightly wet, greasy road + Knobly tires = No Grip. Bike goes over, and we both slide under the car.
Get up, dust myself off, politely ask the driver to move her car forwards so I can extract my bike. Dent on the car, couple of scrapes on the fairings. My sholder twinged a bit, but I thought 'ah well, I'm walking, I'm good'.
Exchanged numbers, went home, got off the bike, and felt something drip onto my shin.
Upon examining my leg, found a bit of my knee cap exposed, and a great deal of skin missing from the side of my leg. Then, and only then, did it dawn on me that I had made quite a bad mistake.
So now I sit here typing this (finally got internet at the new flat) with my leg strapped up, coffee in hand, passing the day watching Band of Brothers and musing over how I can become less of an idiot in future. Or maybe I'm just doomed to be a victim of Darwinism. On the bright side, my bike pants are still in one piece, and my jacket now has battle scars.
Meh. Nude ride anyone?
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