The First Spill
Today I’d my first spill from a bike since I was a boy. Quite embarrassing, really, but also unavoidable. I was whipping ’round a traffic cone to get back onto a sidewalk, and upon passing it discovered that a crack in the street lay in my path; I attempted to avoid, but the only other course available to me led—at an angle—into the sharp edge of the kerb. Did my best to remain upright, but the various vectors, moments & angular momentum acted ’gainst me, and I fell. Got off pretty easily, actually: some road-tar on my white trousers (had they been black, of course, it would have been white stripe-paint); a small slice from my elbow; and some twisting of my left hand. All-in-all, a cheap experience.
I’m rather proud of how I fell, to tell the truth: no permanent damage (i.e. to clothing), and managing to keep my head and shoulders from ever contacting the ground, or any other obstacle.
