Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Perils of Cycling

Final commute numbers for November
"Ride in the Rain" ended on Monday and, much to the disappointment of my competitive nature, one of the guys in the warehouse came in at the last minute with two rides more than me (the bastard worked the day before Thanksgiving!) so I lost my #1 status.  I ended up with more trips, though for fewer total miles, than the average participant but, I console myself, that that "average participant" wasn't limiting herself to commute trips. And, of course, regardless of how I stacked up, I did avoid adding a few pounds of CO2 to the atmosphere. I'm not sure I truly understand what that means, but I understand it's a good thing. So go Team Me!

The greatest benefit (for me) of participating is likely that it demonstrated to me that I can ride when it's cold and dark and wet; some times it was even a bit of fun. Yesterday, aka the first of December, aka the day after the end of the competition, I just automatically put on my wet-weather cycling ensemble, and set off on my bike. I've been biking to work pretty much every damned day since sometime last April and, by gum, it seems like it's just habitual now. Maybe.

 As I left the office this evening, I was thinking somewhat seriously about throwing Bessie on a bus at some point but it turned out to be dry, not windy, and not too cold so I was feeling pretty invigorated even before I found myself going over the bridge in a higher gear than usual. I realized I could go to the QFC in the Junction for what I needed for dinner and, while still uphill, that's an easier--though longer--ride than heading straight home. I was, in short, feeling downright perky about things. Right up until the moment I rode straight into some low-hanging tree branches.

That stretch doesn't offer much in the way of street lights and I was looking down at the pavement where my headlight illuminated more than straight ahead. There aren't many cars but it's a stretch along which I move slowly (it's one of those stealth hills that kill me) so I tend to ride quite a bit to the right--too far to the right, as it turned out, because the damned tree branches hang out over the road, too high to hit me were I walking but the perfect elevation to slap me--hard--in the face when I'm on Bessie. Luckily, I guess, I was moving so slowly that I wasn't knocked off entirely, but it hurt a lot at the time and I was still pretty shaken an hour later. It didn't stop me from doing my errands, but I opted to push my bike for a block or two immediately after the incident, in part to allow myself time to calm down because, damn, it hurt.

I confess myself disappointed that I don't look more injured--just a bit of a cut on a slightly swollen lip; did I mention it hurt?

5 comments:

  1. Ouch! You poor thing :( I would want to have some bruising to show for that, too!

    Ouch, too, at having lost your number one spot. Low miles for so many trips is the beauty of the whole thing! Smaller (and do they really count as small when it's hilly? Nah.) trips by bike set such a wonderful example. I'm sure oodles of people saw you biking each and every day and were inspired.

    Are you attending the Ride in the Rain Afterparty on Friday? I'm planning to, but I'm bummed it's at the same time as the Bikes vs. Cars film premiere.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words and understanding! I wanted to attend the afterparty but it conflicts with Figgy Pudding downtown--and I never miss FIggy Pudding.

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  2. Don't even try to blame this on either the tree or cycling, Mrs. Updike. I'm very sorry about your injury, and I do wish you'd be more careful. We need to get you some little Updikes; would you like one or two of mine? Good work on the cycling, though! I'm becoming inspired.

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    1. Your bike is so sweet too--as are the potential little Updikes which, thanks all the same, remain yours. I'm really more Mrs Tebbins; despite the injury I insisted we were having chicken crepes last night because we had that bit of chicken left from Sunday and if I just cut away this nasty bit here . . .

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  3. File a complaint with the city.....send a nasty letter to SDOT....those branches should be trimmed so as not to endanger bikers and pedestrians!

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