So once again I have another biking story. Since I have so many stories to tell, I will begin a series, which I don’t have a name for yet, but nonetheless this is the first one I will reveal since it is the most recent.
It was a hot and sticky day yesterday when I decided to wear shorts. Biking to work is my daily routine, even though it only takes minutes literally from door to door. I was on my way home riding along King Street west of Dufferin, biking normally even passing a few other slower riders, trying to speed up for a left turn. I saw no cars coming towards me and along my left side there was only one car slowly approaching. For a second I truly believed I could speed up quick enough to pass both lanes to get to the other side. As I turned, my tire sneaked its way inside a street car track, causing me to loose control of my handle bars and ultimately fly off my bike to the left side onto the other lane. As I was flying in the air, I felt a brief moment of awareness which is when I twisted my body in a way to land more smoothly than directly on my bones. Fortunately I only sprained my wrist and slid my legs on the concrete floor. My body and bike were literally lying in the middle of King Street!
A very nice lady and gentleman quickly rushed to help me up and take my bike off the street, which by then was blocking the car that had been approaching. Luckily there were no speeding cars on the other lane so I was able to slowly walk to the sidewalk as I was being asked by those two strangers “Are you okay” and “You should walk it off”. I could tell by their faces that they felt sorry for my unfortunate mistake and were cringing as I looked at my scraped leg. Once I got to the other side and looked around I was relieved that traffic had continued and this event was now part of the past.
It is interesting to note that the people who quickly helped me are sometimes referred as “crazies” in my neighbourhood. After this incident I realized how human their actions were and that it is crazy how many “normal” people walking around did nothing. Not that I expected anybody to do anything, but what I am trying to point out is how considerate these people acted, even though I am pretty sure if they had been in that situation, others would have ignored them simply because of what they look or smell like.
In conclusion, keep a strong grip on your handle bars while maintaining a stiff posture whenever riding over tracks. Of course, don’t assume you can be quicker than a car, usually you can’t!
Street Car Tracks Photo Courtesy of chewie2008~