I was being a young jerk aged 12 or 13 by tailgating another cyclist on a busy Delhi street. He swerved around an ice cream cart -- these were big push carts with canopy made from solid wood and mounted on auto tires -- while I ran smack into the back of it and bent my fork.
In other accident news: as a teenager, taking the long way to school, riding fast down a hill curving to right (traffic on left), I found myself in the dirt of the roadside verge and slammed on the first brake I found, which was the front, and did a complete vertical 180. I missed the ground entirely, but the top of the back wheel slammed into the ground ahead of me and sustained a large dent. Had to call mama from a nearby house. Exiting the Gallup, NM Tour de Dump route, which allowed fast, open-road cruising, over the cattle guard, I got my 559 X 22mm wheel in one of the slots and did another 180, but this time damaging front wheel and ribs. Cars passed by, some occupants laughing at me, until I was picked up by 2 fat boys out of Deliverance in a matt black primered pickup who very kindly gave me a ride to the ER. They were taking the valves from a Harley to be ground. Just bruised rib or ribs. I worked as PR director at the hospital and got more ribbing -- hahahah -- for falling over. On the way home in summer, 2006 on the then-newly-converted-to-fixed-drivetrain 2003 Riv, I stopped at a red light on a major N/S artery, in the bike lane, with a carful of kid boys to the left. The light changed, I moved forward, and the car turned right, knocking me over, all at slow speed. The Riv traveled to the ER with me in the ambulance, sat beside me in the hallway as I lay in triage for 2 hours in a hallway, and went with me into the sewup room -- 28 facial stitches, none serious, and sore back and sides for 10 days afterward. The driver's mother's insurance paid up handsomely. Now I pull into mid-lane when traversing intersections. The other usual tumbles, including one on black ice, but nothing really serious in 60 years of riding, thank God. On Sun, Mar 15, 2020 at 5:05 PM Garth <[email protected]> wrote: > > Oh I remember running into a parked pickup truck at low speed in front > of the County garage in the fairgrounds at age 12 or something ! My new > Raleigh 3 speed as unharmed too. > > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/CALuTfgvoVOfeu3ORhjt_VDRkXvYYqJv%2B2HDr2bDzxySEgY9Skg%40mail.gmail.com.
