Boo-boo
I went riding with Kent and Kristine today. Our goal was a ride of 40 miles. I plotted one out on Bikely, and came up with something pretty decent, so we gave it a shot. The weather looked like it would hold up.
It didn't. 30 miles in it started pouring very briefly as we got to Dacy Ln & Bebee road. There was a school right at the intersection, so we darted under the school's front awning to avoid getting soaked. It passed quickly, so we kept moving.
I related to them a story about my friend Steve riding his fixie on a wet parking lot, and his conclusion that even with wet roads and thin tires, you still have quite a bit of traction. Don't worry, I meant to say, we'll be fine.
About 3 minutes later, I took a turn on Dacy Ln a little too fast and felt my bike tires lose traction as I leaned into the turn. I don't remember exactly what I did then, but I managed to get my feet unclipped before hitting the ground and my bike slid to the side as I slid on my left thigh and elbow down the wet, slick road. I stood up, feeling the road rash, and expecting the worst. I only had a first-aid kit for bikes, not humans. I could patch a tire, but not skin!
I checked and saw blood on my elbow, but I rinsed it with my water bottle and it was nothing major. I rinsed some dirt off my leg and everything looked O.K.
My bike shorts were a bit roughed up and had a new hole in them. Hmm. I peeled them back and saw that my left thigh had taken the brunt of the abrasion:
This happened through the shorts, and is about 3 inches in diameter. It's going to be really pretty in a few days, I'll bet. I'll try to take some more photos if it ends up especially lovely.
My bike, impressively, was totally fine. Not even a scratch on the frame, and no visible damage other than a little shredded handlebar grip tape.
I hopped back on, and when we got to Buda I left them and sprinted the last 15 miles home to try to get something antibacterial on the road rash before it was too late. I haven't ever fallen while road biking before, so all my biking rash came from mountain biking, and that stuff can be bad. You get back home, hop in the shower, and spend a half hour slowly and painstakingly scraping dirt and splinters out of your skin to prevent infection.
Luckily this road was free of sand and grit, and my shorts were between me and the road, so it wasn't anything like that, and was pretty painless.
But it still looks kind of like raw hamburger.
It didn't. 30 miles in it started pouring very briefly as we got to Dacy Ln & Bebee road. There was a school right at the intersection, so we darted under the school's front awning to avoid getting soaked. It passed quickly, so we kept moving.
I related to them a story about my friend Steve riding his fixie on a wet parking lot, and his conclusion that even with wet roads and thin tires, you still have quite a bit of traction. Don't worry, I meant to say, we'll be fine.
About 3 minutes later, I took a turn on Dacy Ln a little too fast and felt my bike tires lose traction as I leaned into the turn. I don't remember exactly what I did then, but I managed to get my feet unclipped before hitting the ground and my bike slid to the side as I slid on my left thigh and elbow down the wet, slick road. I stood up, feeling the road rash, and expecting the worst. I only had a first-aid kit for bikes, not humans. I could patch a tire, but not skin!
I checked and saw blood on my elbow, but I rinsed it with my water bottle and it was nothing major. I rinsed some dirt off my leg and everything looked O.K.My bike shorts were a bit roughed up and had a new hole in them. Hmm. I peeled them back and saw that my left thigh had taken the brunt of the abrasion:
This happened through the shorts, and is about 3 inches in diameter. It's going to be really pretty in a few days, I'll bet. I'll try to take some more photos if it ends up especially lovely.My bike, impressively, was totally fine. Not even a scratch on the frame, and no visible damage other than a little shredded handlebar grip tape.
I hopped back on, and when we got to Buda I left them and sprinted the last 15 miles home to try to get something antibacterial on the road rash before it was too late. I haven't ever fallen while road biking before, so all my biking rash came from mountain biking, and that stuff can be bad. You get back home, hop in the shower, and spend a half hour slowly and painstakingly scraping dirt and splinters out of your skin to prevent infection.
Luckily this road was free of sand and grit, and my shorts were between me and the road, so it wasn't anything like that, and was pretty painless.
But it still looks kind of like raw hamburger.
Labels: body
1 Comments:
So the picture of the cashew chutney with chicken, etc...is a lot more appetizing. Get well soon!
Post a Comment
<< Home