Tuesday, May 27, 2014

We all fall down...

Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.

So, I’m doing this 100-mile bike ride in October. I decided to do a bike fitting at The Bike Gallery (I highly recommend Brian there.) I’ve also been toying with the idea of clip pedals and shoes, so I pulled the trigger before my fitting. I have to admit I was terrified to use the clips. As my family will attest, I’m quite the clutz, accident prone if you will. Brian, sweet Brian said, “you’ll get used to it, it will become second nature. But we all fall down. So make sure you get unclipped well before you need to stop. But really, we all fall down." Right…

Well, yesterday I went for a ride (second ride with my clips) to some friends’ house for a porch cocktail hour. We came equipped with a bottle of wine and a tomato plant lovingly nurtured in our greenhouse, all of which were in the wicker basket on my handlebars. The ride went great, until, yep, I fell. And not a fall in the middle of a quiet street, nope it had to be at a busy corner at Woodstock Ave. And there was a mom and a child that I had stopped for. I did what sweet Brian said, got unclipped a half a block away, but then when I was ready to stop, the clip caught and it was like a tree falling, timber. My lovely guy, the one that actually did the tomato nurturing quickly jumped off his bike and made sure the tomato plant was OK. I was still trapped under my bike and couldn’t get up. Once the plant was up righted then my knight in shining armor came to the rescue.

I've decided the morale of the story is…we all fall down. In this case this was not meant metaphorically.

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