I ate shit Tuedsay night. Sure it was my fault, but it didn’t make it feel any better.
I was rolling up to the light on my way home, close to the right side of the road next to a construction area. There was one of those slick steel plates covering the road, so I went further right to avoid it. As soon as I did that I felt like Lance as my bike was ripped out from under me. I just barely grazed the orange netting, but enough to yank my right lever. Be careful out there kids - even the non-moving traffic is out to get you.
Reminds me of why I do not ride at night. I think I’ve got some skills on the bike, good reflexes, and one time I rode right off the bike path into the Puget Sound.
Train tracks are treacherous, even when you cross them at an angle. I had the bike swooped out from under me riding along Alaska.
I wish I had nighttime as an excuse - I was just being a little to careless and didn’t see the orange fencing for the menace that it is!
If only they made that fencing in some color that stands out so people can see it.
Hey Nate - you’d think so huh? I’ve had some run-ins with the steel plates, so it just made sense to avoid them since there was pavement to the side. The Fencing looked so benign and harmless over there. Oh well.
Had to give up on the road bike and get a mountain bike for my commutes. Roads here (back water Japan) are too full of holes, rocks, sand and old women on mama-charis who manage to always drift into me as I pass. The road tires were just too slippery. Still use the road bike on the cycling road though.
I’ll one up you…I got my feet stuck in my clipless pedals in front of about 800 people…I went to pull my foot out and realized I was starting to tip to the opposite side way to late and just flopped right over…thats right Im cool!
Julie - 800 is impressive. I’m usually good for one of those a year where I roll up to the light and just can’t get out. If I’m lucky there’s something to hold onto, but more often than not I end up hugging the pavement.
I don’t even know how this happened, but I was ready to race, clipped in, wheel turned, I flipped over in slow motion, head over heels, righted myself, and was OK. No one saw it in the parking lot but if they had, I’m thinking they’d have been impressed with my reflexes.