I don't have to go back to my childhood for this one, as it happened less than four years ago.
I was part of a small group, riding on a rail trail after getting off a train in Wassaic, NY and heading toward Millerton to camp overnight for the following day's annual Harlem River Rail Ride event. Being the amateur documentarian photographer that I am, I was taking photos of fellow riders and the surrounding scenery (and spending too much time looking through the viewfinder of my camera rather than directly in front of me). At all road crossings there was a large post right in the middle of the trail to discourage idiot motorists from driving onto it. Well, one was coming up, and I just happened to catch sight of it (through my camera's viewfinder) only a second before slamming into it. I wasn't going really fast, but it was fast enough for me to get thrown right over the bars, do a complete flip, and land on my back. I had a scrape on my shoulder and knee, but otherwise I was well enough to continue the ride to the campsite and dinner by a lake that day and do the main ride the next day -- heck, even the camera around my neck survived -- although the pain did come a couple of days later. That'll teach me to look where I'm going! Bob E Cranford, NJ -- 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/fcda22c7-6c64-45eb-b20f-04bd93ab5708%40googlegroups.com.
