17 November 2007

Stupid Things That I've Done on the Bike - Part 1 of many

So I've been reminiscing today about some stupid things that I have done on the bike before. It all started because yesterday I literally blew up the tube on my bike wheel (and exploded the sidewall) while showing off some bunnyhops on the Brown main green - it sounded like a gunshot when it occured and definitely brought more attention to me than when I was just bunnyhopping around.

-My first major road bike crash ever was in Colorado Springs two summers ago. I was riding and singing Elton John songs at the top of my lungs (I get bored when riding alone which naturally entails singing), and went past a group of like ten rowdy teenagers. Mere feet past the group of rowdy punks I hit a patch of sand and totally wiped out right in front of them, smashing my derailleur into the curb and bloodying myself up pretty bad. They were all like "holy hell that was hardcore" and "holy hell that guy was singing Elton John and riding a bike and then just crashed."

-On my third ride ever on a road bike back when I was in high school in Colorado Springs I thought it would be cool to try doing a trackstand at an intersection because I had seen somebody do one earlier. The problem, though, was that I didn't know how to do a trackstand. I was wobbling out of it and was in a massive flurry to avoid drifting into traffic while not falling (plus I sucked at unclipping and didn't have that certain reflex built into me yet). Right then, two DISCOVERY CHANNEL TEAM guys turned the corner in the intersection to ride in the opposite direction on the road I was on (they were going fast...Chris Carmichael is headquartered in the Springs so that's why I assume the Discovery riders were there)!!!!! I came literally one inch away from completely wiping both of them out!! I felt so sheepish.

-Crashing while riding the trainer (i.e. didn't have the bike screwed in properly). I've done that multiple times.

-Crashing in the courtyard of Keeney (did it twice last year). Of course I've done much worse in Keeney before, though :)

-Breaking my arm in a mountain biking accident fall of my sophomore year of high school which meant that I had to do the rest of the cross-country season running with a big green cast on my arm.

-Trying a solo breakaway my first road race ever.

Just a taste of stupidity. My cross-country coach in high school once told me, "Graham, for being somebody so intelligent, sometimes you do really stupid things." Sometime I'll have to reminisce about stupid things I did back in the days of competitive running (i.e. flipping the bird while leading a race in track, trying to push someone off a bridge during a XC race, losing my shoe during Metro League XC race one year, etc.)

Wiser souls have been advising me to take good care of my achilles. My philosophy now is - if it hurts to walk, don't ride, but if it doesn't hurt to walk, then ride and reflect. It doesn't hurt to walk now, and it rarely hurts to ride now except when sprinting or hammering hard. I rode with Brent today for a nice long ride, except since he's not horribly afraid to apply his strength on the bike in a dynamic manner I felt a bit of a twinge in the achilles once in a while, but otherwise it was fine. I spent a good deal of today looking at a big music note, which you'll understand if you've seen his brand new bike.

1 comment:

brent said...

stupid things I've done on a bike...1. when I was about 12, I thought I knew how to attach my rear wheel all by myself, but I clamped the quick-release on backwards, and about a mile into my ride, the back wheel pulled out, the bike turned all wobbly and then I went crashing into the pavement. 2. warming up for a race at superweek in '98, I was tooling around by the course, looking down at my computer or something, looked back up to see some nice police take stretched across the road directly in front of me. fell over. both i and my bike were fine. 3. moving between apartments in Holland, I tried to ride my Gazelle, and wheel my beater bike along side me to avoid having to walk between the two apartments (I had seen lots of dutch people attempt this--it must be a skill they're taught in preschool) and went down in a tangle of wheels and metal. no permanent damage this time either.