I knew it would...

Well. It finally happened. After thousands and thousands of miles on my bike I finally took a spill. Don’t worry…I’ll live.

I really need to come up with a better story. :/ But when I have told fellow riders what happened they all tell me that they have been there. So I don’t feel totally ashamed. Okay. Here is the break down. I was a little over two miles in to my ride. I was leaving town on my way to my south loop that takes me past the industrial park and eventually over to Claremont before coming back to Ste. Marie Road.

South Whittle Ave. has never been my favorite stretch of road. It is one of two options to get out of town to the south. As I was approaching the highway the road narrows and there is NO shoulder. Hearing traffic coming from behind I moved to the side of the road…like any good biker. The traffic passed but I could not move back to the left. I was dangerously close to the edge of the road. I was looking at it but could not move away. In an instant I was of the road (several inch drop off) and got flipped back onto the pavement. I stayed under the bike and slid for a good while. I also hit my head. Hard.

I’ll spare you too many details, but there was blood everywhere. First thought: get the bike. Second thought: Am I okay. Luckily there was someone working near where I went down who came to my aid and helped me get off the road. Yes, then I passed out. Thinking I needed stitches I called for someone to pick me up and take me to the hospital. Several hours later I’m all mended. I hurt. I am pretty buggered up on my left side.

I’ll get back on…just as soon as I can move my hip without crying.

And this isn't even the bad part.  :)