So last week, I’m riding down town on the ol cyclo-cross, taking my normal route through campus. Picture me riding on south San Fran by the dome. The hill goes down, curves sharply, and goes back up toward the north end of campus. Apparently a lot of people crash their bikes here. I am now one of those people.

The thing with that hill is you want to go as fast as you can down the hill so going up the other side isn’t a problem. So I’m cruising down, wind coursing through my helmet like a turbine; it’s a beautiful day, so I’m enjoying my surroundings. When I’m almost at the bottom, another biker going equally, irresponsibly, fast is coming straight at me. We see each other and smile. He slams on his breaks and goes one way (the grass) and I slam on my breaks and go another way (the guard rail).

I blow out my tire, bend the fork, and find myself bleeding where the steel cables from the guard rail graded my leg like Swiss cheese. I have an unexplainable and very painful abrasion on the lower right side of my back…think kidney; it’s still pretty swollen. A Japanese exchange student saw the whole thing from across the street and ran over to see if I was okay. When I got up, he said the wreck looked “Totally Awesome!” I also have a bruise in an embarrassing location. I think it was from my bike seat.

….Anyway, now I’m going to miss all the great stuff that the Flagstaff Biking Org. has planned this week. Yesterday, I saw a group of people playing what can only be described as grass-polo on bikes. What a crappy time for a biking injury.

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