I Fell Over

It was bound to happen. Hours in the bike saddle and no crashes. Until this morning.

Though you can’t really categorize it as a crash. That would be seriously overstating facts.

What happened was I toppled over. Plain and simple.

There’s this lovely intersection in SF. The St. Francis Circle. A place where several lanes of traffic and a couple of light rail lines converge. It’s dangerous at the best of times.

This morning I arrived to find my way blocked by those giant road dividers.

See I wanted to continue straight from St. Francis onto Sloat which takes me out to the ocean. But the way was blocked.

So I started to go right thinking I could go up the street, find a place to pull a U turn and then work my way over to Sloat.

Alas, just as I realized I needed to stop and assess my options (which were fewer than I first thought) and popped my left foot out of my clip I heard cars coming from behind. Stupidly looking over my left shoulder tilted my bike to the right and down I went trying valiantly to unclip the whole time. And failing.

The good news is no one ran me over while I lay sprawled in the road – well, on the shoulder at least. That “do not” sign is me.

The entire process was so slow motion that I think I’ll live. A nasty bump on my elbow is annoying and my knee is sore but not seriously so. Fingers crossed.

I admit I turned tail and went back the way I came.