Slow Ride

A journal of inconsequential adventures

When impulse and spontaneity fail to make my "way" as uneven as possible then I shall sit up nights inventing means of making life as conglomerate and vivid as possible. Those who live in the even tenor of their way simply exist until death ends their monotonous tranquility. No, there's going to be no even tenor with me. The more uneven it is the happier I shall be. And when my time comes to die, I'll be able to die happy, for I will have done and seen and heard and experienced all the joy, pain, thrills—every emotion that any human ever had—and I'll be especially happy if I am spared a stupid, common death in bed. So, Dad, I'm afraid your wish will always come to naught, for my way is to be ever changing, but always swift, acute and leaping from peak to peak instead of following the rest of the herd, shackled in conventionalities, along the monotonous narrow path in the valley. The dead have reached perfection when it comes to even tenor!
Richard Halliburton - 1919











It's all downhill from here

Gravity always wins

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This entry was posted on 2/4/2007 7:52 PM and is filed under uncategorized.

Did a "Big Ride" yesterday



Because of yesterday's effort, I was way tired today - so today was to be a strictly 
low intensity putter ride. 

I was sticking to plan and just doodling around.  I was going down the Boneshaker,
which I've gone through some couple of hundred times.  It's downhill and choppy, but
you just skim over the chop and everything's fine - at least that's the idea.  I wasn't going
screaming fast, but was carrying some decent momentum. 

I wasn't paying attention (or proper respect) to the trail - my front tire caught an edge,
and I'm doing a forward/sidways/downhill endo.  Not much time to think other than to
recognize I'm going down.  In a bit of luck I tuck into the fall and hit solid on the outside
shoulder.  Think about trying to bang down a door with the shoulder all movie style, but
the door is made up of pointy rocks.

The body roll followed on through the arm and leg.  I even felt my helmet hit the rock,
and there is some scuffing and small dings on it.  The helmet fared well, but the hit would have definitely ouched a headbone.  Always Wear your helmet kiddos.

There were a few riders behind me.  Luckily, I was able to lumber up and be leaning on
the bike doing the "I'm ok" drill before they rolled up.   

I was wearing a long sleeve jersey and and standard issue stretchy shorts.  Even through
the clothes, I got some semi-respectable rock rash.






But . . . . this is where it gets interesting.

I go to clip in, and the right side feels funny.  I wonder why....





I managed to rip the cleat and the attached piece of hard plastic sole right out of my 661
bike shoe.  The cleat and plastic shoe bit is still stuck in the pedal.  How do you do that?




This is what it's supposed to look like.




I wonder if I can get warranty?

Moral?  If your body is telling you you don't have the juice, listen up.  If things had gone
just a big different, I likely could have joined the rebuilt collarbone club instead of
just sporting a bruised shoulder and some scuffs (and, of course, the now
decommissioned shoe).

 
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    • 2/4/2007 9:00 PM JT wrote:
      Hey D!

      Glad you made it out of the crash okay. The cleat and sole from the shoe thing is definitely a new one on me. How are the ankles feeling after the crash?!?

      I hear you about riding tired. I've suffered similar consequences doing things like that before too.
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    • 2/4/2007 9:17 PM NMDP wrote:
      J!

      The ankle is fine. I guess it's just one of those crazy things, like a tornado putting a soda straw in a tree.

      I'll probably be riding tomorrow, job permitting.

      You guys should get down for a ride while waiting out the "winter season."
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      1. 2/5/2007 4:08 PM Dave wrote:
        Dave,

        shoes are much cheaper than a trip to the doctor AND you can keep riding. Glad to hear you fared fairly well.

        dave
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