Within the past 6 months Eric, Noah, and Heber have been in bike crashes. None of them have been pretty. While Eric's crash absolutely takes the cake, I have had more than my fair share of doctoring to do and the bandage companies have personally thanked us for our business. : ) The thing to do when someone in our family crashes is to take pictures immediately. At first, I was put off by this thinking that it was an awful thing to do. Then Eric explained to me that it was sort of a badge of honor as well as a guy thing and I softened a little and went along with it. Well, as of Monday October 1st I am officially one of the guys. I had a bike crash myself and what was the first thing I did? TAKE PICTURES!
This is what happens when a skateboard flies out from under a kid and sails out into the street and I hit it going about 15 mph. When a wheel bends like this it's called a "taco". Thank goodness I wasn't going faster!
This is just a few of my bumps and bruises on my right shoulder, elbow, and arm. I have bruises all over the place including on the insides of my thighs where my drops (bottom part of the handlebars on a road bike) hit with force as I was flying over the handlebars. Eric called me a "brave girl" because I was strong and never did cry and didn't even let on to what had happened when I called him to pick me up since I couldn't ride my bike home. He thought I had either bonked (completely ran out of energy) and vomited or had a flat tire.
I must admit I was more worried about my bike than anything else. Eric fixed my bike himself the very next day. (Thanks, Eric!) Amazingly, my tube, tire, and fork were just fine so he used the old tube and tire on the new wheel he bought to replace the "tacoed" one. I must admit that I want a new back wheel now that I have such a nice front one. I'm going out on a ride tomorrow. Hey! Where's that kid with the skateboard? ; )
