Tuesday, August 13, 2013
I just realized that I've been out of Seattle for 4 years now and I haven't shared any of my rural cycling experiences with this blog. I'm sorry about that, when I left, I promised to share my experiences with friends, but underestimated the magnitude of the event of moving one's family!
I have so many cycling stories, but I have one that stands out that seems uniquely rural, but could happen anywhere-
3 years ago, my cycling buddy Steve and I were out on a ride about 20 miles from home. It was March, and the weather was cold and dry, but threatening. We ignored the clouds (as any former native Puget Sounder would do). As we rolled along after a big hill, the clouds opened up and began dumping water - like monsoon dumping. A few minutes into the deluge, I flatted. We pulled off to the side of the road to fix my flat. As I struggled to open my saddle bag with numb fingers a car raced up, pulled over, and a lady ran out of her car with an umbrella and held it over us while we changed the flat.
It turned out that neither of us knew her, and she didn't try to sell us on any product, church or agenda, she was just helping out.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Click the Bikewise.org icon to see the accident report.
Carol picked up the bike from the Fremont fire station today. I haven't seen it yet, but she made a wry comment about how I had some truin' to do. (My rear wheel is apparently toast)
I would post photo of my face, but I am afraid it would cause miscarriages.
On the positive side, I've probably acquired the ability to play some musical instrument. I just have to figure out which one. Bagpipes?
I am glad to be alive, and so far, not permanently injured. And thankful for police, EMT's, Harborview doctors and above all, Harborview nursing staff. And of course, Carol.
I am also thankful that the driver stopped after the accident. Not sure who made the call to 9-1-1 -- I assume it was she.