The point being, I was actually going quite slowly this morning, on a flat surface, thankfully with no cars in sight, when I wiped out gloriously. I'm honestly not sure what happened -- one minute I was reaching up to get some wind-blown hair out of my eyes, the next, the bike skidded at a ninety-degree angle, heading one way while I went the other. Thankfully I wore jeans today, or my right calf and thigh would have turned into a scraped-up bloody mess. As it was, I picked myself up, took a second to breathe and catalog the extent of my injuries -- no broken bones, check. Lots of bruises, check. Wind knocked out of me, check. Feel like an idiot, hell yes. I had a pitiful moment of wanting to call Kevin to come pick me up (he drove in today because he stayed up all night grading), but I got over it, especially since it would have made him severely late for class. I was fine, and before long I picked myself up and went on my merry way.
Despite the bruises, it really was a lovely bike ride this morning. I took it very easy, in part just because I was tired after Kavi woke us up several times last night. (Something is bugging that kid at night the last week, and we don't know what. Very frustrating and bewildering.) So almost no exertion -- I barely broke a sweat -- and it was cool and autumnal and sunny and there was lots to look at and people to smile at.
I love how much more interaction you have with folks when you bike. As I pedalled slowly away from the scene of my accident, a black man leaned his head out of a parked car window, cell phone still attached to one ear, and called out, "You okay, baby girl?" Yup, I'm fine, thanks! Not sure I actually qualify as a baby girl at this point, getting rather closer to forty than not, but it was sweet, y'know? And a young-ish white guy across the street smiled ruefully at me, as if he, too, knew the ways of wayward bicycles. A few days ago, while waiting on my bike for a light to change, I overhead two older black folks waiting for the bus talking about me -- the man said something about whether it was safe for a little girl like me to be biking in traffic, and his even older female companion (in her 60s or so) said sharply, "Well, she has a helmet!" So cute.
Any good bike stories out there? Tell me about your crashes, if you like, or your conversations with strangers... :-)