CRASH!... This was not the bike post I had planned.

As you might have guessed from the title I had an unfortunate stopping incident with my bike today. Luckily it happened under all the right circumstances, if there is such a thing. I can't imagine where an accident on your bike would ever be welcomed or necessary, but if you have to crash I couldn't have asked for a better time or place for it to happen.

I had planned on giving an update as to how my bike riding was progressing, and how my first week of commuting worked out. However, I felt that this would make for much more interesting reading.

I had planned to tell all of you how well is it going, and how I am getting faster and smoother with each ride to and from work. How the route I chose to ride ended up being about twice as long as anticipated.  How each ride keeps getting easier and so far has not interfered with my running. I have been very pleased with my progress. Until today that is, actually today was not bad until I was about 15 seconds from finishing my ride home. I am not even sure what exactly happened, I guess it was just a perfect storm. As I was getting set to make my finish up the driveway something happened. I lost control, more specifically my body didn't react in the way I needed it to. I saw that I had misjudged my turn in and was heading for the high curb in front of the house instead of the drive. I reached for the brake but couldn't get enough pressure to the pads, next thing I hear is the thud of my face and shoulder hitting the sidewalk. Followed closely by the fun grating sound of aforementioned body parts sliding to a shuddering stop on said sidewalk.  As much as my imagination was creating bloody raw hamburger images of my face on a perpetual slide show as I gathered myself and strolled bruised ego and pissed off up my driveway with my seemingly invincible super bike, which had not a scratch on it. After throwing down the bike at the top of the driveway and walking into the house making the wonderful statement "I need first aid." I chucked my bag and got cleaned up, with the help of my wonderful wife. I went to bring in the beast bike, and finish nursing my wounds. Thanks to the endorphins running through my body and the fatigue from the run I wasn't really feeling the pain yet. I am fortunate that it wasn't any worse and that the only real injury was to my ego and pride. Check the pics below and laugh with me.