I just got back from a pretty gnarly crash next to the police station across of the Jamba Juice in Bancroft. I did a super wide turn while a dude in a grey car pulled up to the stop sign. I thought for a split second that I could make the turn and I would just be cutting it pretty close, and at the least I would look pretty cool. But I didn't.
My handlebars took most of the hit, so now there's a gash in the underneath part of my grips. The stem was also torqued a little bit, so I had to straighten it out a little. I spun my front wheel to see if it was warped, and there was a very small wobble, but the hubs were spinning straight still. Of course, for the aesthetics's sake, I had to check the frame for scratches. Thankfully there weren't any more scratches than usual.
Finally, I checked myself, haha. (My priorities were tested...) There's a bruise and a cut on my right wrist, and I scraped my knee. Nothing a spartan cannot handle. (Paul bought the DVD!)
But this post is dedicated to the nice girl who walked her bike next to me for a couple lengths to make sure I was alright. (She was pretty cute, too) The dude in the car was also concerned about me and I was just happy he didn't press charges, cuz it was totally my fault. There was a policeman who saw the whole thing and was staring at me. I figure I should get moving before the sugar in his donuts kicks in. I guess the po-po starts to feel existential whenever something bad happens and the people involved settle it themselves.
I hope I don't disturb my karma by doing this, but that was really the nicest possible bike crash that could ever happen.
