Moon Flower is my first road bike, one that we have practically brought back from the grave. Back when we were still looking for a touring bike for me there weren't many (affordable) options that included all the necessary braze-ons and such -- until we encountered this 1988 Schwinn Voyageur (the year I was born -- it must be fate!). After we bought it and I rode it around for a while, I knew in the back of my mind that it was much too big for me, but it seemed that I could make it work somehow. So we got it powdercoated and added different components to try to make it fit. The result was a beautiful bike that intrigued and inspired me to ride fast and far.
Look how fast I go! You can't even see me.
We eventually found a bike path that we had heard about but never ridden, the San Gabriel River Trail. As the name would suggest, the trail runs along the San Gabriel River all the way to Seal Beach, and goes an impressive ways inland in the other direction. It's not always the most scenic trail in the world. The extent of development along the river had led to it being restrained by a concrete flood control channel. Otherwise, the natural process of the river "snaking" along the landscape and flooding each winter would effect the surrounding development. The Control of Nature by John McPhee is a great book on this subject, and we won't go into my feelings on it right now.
We passed the Long Beach Water Treatment Plant along the trail. The combination of the Fallout: New Vegas-like surroundings and the pipes pouring green foamy liquid into the river made for a strange scene. Contrastingly, an adjacent portion of the river featured palm and willow trees working their way through the concrete and bright white storks flying between them.
We eventually got off the trail and were about to enter an area with traffic. I took one last opportunity to stretch my neck out. In the back of my mind I knew that I was taking a little bit too long to stretch, and that I was headed in a direction that may not be best if I was at all interested in staying upright. But my neck hurt so much and just needed a little bit more time to stretch -- and before I knew it I hit the curb and was on the sidewalk.
I quickly got up. Nothing hurt too bad -- and then I saw Boyfriend's surprised face and the blood running down my leg. I started to cry -- not from pain, but the shock of falling off my bike. We sat on the curb and he poured some water on my wound. I found more than a few bruises already starting to form.
After we thanked him and left, we got back on the bikes. I felt an adrenaline rush from the crash and entered traffic with a renewed energy boost (nothing like gouging out your leg to wake you up!). We made it home, cleaned out my wounds once more, and showed off my cuts & bruises to my family.
This is from a second crash a week later, but you get the general idea.