Heck, the last bicycle club ride that I led for the season was yesterday afternoon and I dumped myself twice. Both were good for laughs. The first, I dropped off the edge of the paved trail. The fixed gear track bike I was riding went down but I stayed upright. The second one was the opposite, I went down and the bike stayed upright. It was at the end of a long climb and I looked back to make sure no one was struggling up the hill(most of us are in our late 60's). Turned my head back and one of the guys, Jay, up the hill before me, had stopped in the middle of the trail and I bounced my front wheel off of his rear wheel. I almost saved it but my right cleat gave me the finger and let go. Jay caught my bike but missed me. I just lay on the trail, laughing my ass off. Got back up and finished the ride.
At least I didn't end up like almost 13 years ago when wet leaves, wooden bridge, and front brake dumped me on said bridge. I did splits that no guy in his fifties should do, with my right heel almost touching the back of my head. Myself and the three guys I was riding with were laughing about it...until I really struggled to get back up. I have skinny bird legs and my right knee had swelled a bit. We stopped for breakfast anyway and my knee swelled up even more. I couldn't bend it anymore. One of the guys went to get his car and got me home. The next morning my knee was swelled up like a 16" softball. Then I went to the doc. I'd torn the meniscus, again. Surgery followed. All because of some wet leaves.
At least I didn't end up like almost 13 years ago when wet leaves, wooden bridge, and front brake dumped me on said bridge. I did splits that no guy in his fifties should do, with my right heel almost touching the back of my head. Myself and the three guys I was riding with were laughing about it...until I really struggled to get back up. I have skinny bird legs and my right knee had swelled a bit. We stopped for breakfast anyway and my knee swelled up even more. I couldn't bend it anymore. One of the guys went to get his car and got me home. The next morning my knee was swelled up like a 16" softball. Then I went to the doc. I'd torn the meniscus, again. Surgery followed. All because of some wet leaves.
