It’s amazing how much information your brain can process at once. I hit a pothole right on the white line on the pavement today in Weston and went for a spill. The guy behind me obviously ran into me, and we both went down. My bike slid from under me, and I was on my left side on my hip and forearm, going across the road… for what seemed to be about five or six feet.
Bike is fine. I made sure of it, eventhough I didn’t want to be the cyclist who checks out the bike before himself. Front tire is trash, severed all the way down to the threading, but eh, oh well. Bibshorts did not rip, nor did my jersey, which is a miracle, but I did get a few rasberries under them.
Not bad at all, huh?
I gotta admit, it was cool as anything sliding like on a waterslide on pavement. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush?