Aftermath
I wrecked my bike this weekend, riding home from the gym. I don’t mean I fell off my bike and got a boo boo, I mean I Wrecked my bike like why is my front tire inside out, and why how did I get here, and has anyone seen my arm? I can’t seem to find it. (just take a look at the photo) Even now three days after I am still body sore and have the most amazing case of road rash I have ever had. After a few mental calculations I figure I left about a good square foot of skin laying on the road somewhere.
As I look back I struck by several thoughts, the first is just how much of a survival instinct that shock is. I wrecked on a road I ride almost everyday and to be honest I have to say that while I know the general area of where I wrecked I really doubt I would be able to go and point at a spot and say yeah here is where I ended up and this is where I sat while I was waiting for my nephew to show up and throw what was left of my bike in the back of his van and take me home.
The next thought is a little hard for me to admit but it is something that I have to say, especially if I want to be honest. First off I am getting really tired of people in cars who act like people on bikes are some kind of nuisance that they are nice enough to tolerate. Then there are the others who like to pass to close and use their horns as they speed by at 50 miles and hour and less than a foot away. I have a name for these people but I won’t use it here, I’m sure you can come up with a name that works just as well. Jerks, for the sake of argument lets just call them jerks, Well I learned something about Jerks today. I learned that when I am exposed to a Jerk I become one as well. Perhaps its some quantum law of seperation, or perhaps they just exude (I really like that word) some kind of infecting jerk particles, or maybe down deep there is a little jerk in all of us. What I’m trying to say is that I ended up wrecking when I tried to catch up to the Jerk that almost caused me to wreck when he sped past me at 50 mph 8 inches away and beeped his horn.
So now I have to deal with the aftermath of this whole thing. Fix my bike, replace the parts that were destroyed. Hope I don’t get an infection from the road rash (which is without a doubt one of the more painful things I have felt.) All because I allowed myself to get upset by the actions of another person. You know Im sure this is a really good lesson to learn but to tell the truth my leg hurts to much for me to figure out what it is. If I had to guess tho I’m thinking it would be
DON’T BE A JERK
