I have been reducing my reliance on fossil fuels by biking everywhere. To the library, grocery store, post office, breakfast club, you name it. My car has been in the garage getting a much needed rest…until last Wednesday when my bike riding came to a crashing halt.
So what happened? Since I have been out in the sun a lot, I decided to purchase a hat. I had been using sunscreen but figured a cute hat was necessary for added protection.
Last week, I set off wearing my adorable hat. As I was biking down our hill, the wind caught my hat and sent it airborne. In a moment of reflexive stupidity, I reached up to make a grab for the hat while braking with my right hand, all while careening down a hill.
Next thing I knew, I was tipping, then landing and finally skidding across the black pavement. Luckily, no one apparently witnessed this spectacular fall. I started cataloging the injuries. Knees, bloody. Hands and forearms, scraped and bloody. Right shoulder, scraped raw through my shirt. And, oh no, the face. Scraped and with a cut where my sunglasses had split open the skin.
I dragged my damaged bike and self to the shade of a tree, reached into my backpack and pulled out tissues to begin blotting the scrapes and bruises. Noticing my hat sitting innocently in the middle of the street, I retrieved it and plopped it on my head, carefully.
After more wound triage, I gave in and called my husband at work. He ran out to the parking lot where he realized he didn’t have his car, just the bike he had ridden to work that day. So, he hopped on and raced home to help me.
A visit to the doctor (we drove) yielded a choice between stitches and butterfly sutures. I chose the bandage option. No broken bones. No sprains. Just scrapes, bruises and a free dermabrasion skin treatment. The nurse commented “You sure are taking this well. I would be balling.” I said, “Well, I would be balling if it wasn’t my own stupid fault.”
The bike is in the shop getting repaired and will be back in action on July 5th. Hopefully, I will be more cautious as I take the hills and remember to always keep two hands on the handlebars! For added insurance, I have gone out and purchased some new gear. So the lady wearing Under Armour, biking gloves and helmet while riding at a sedate pace will be me. No stylish hat in sight.
The song Falling Down, by Joe Purdy, has taken on a whole new meaning for me…