Ruh-roh. Same as me. After 3, I gave up. The last time I did a summersault and landed on my feet, landing without a scratch. Why I didn't give up after the first crash, I don't know...
Ruh-roh. Same as me. After 3, I gave up. The last time I did a summersault and landed on my feet, landing without a scratch. Why I didn’t give up after the first crash, I don’t know...
It’s why I consider freeways pretty safe. Everyone is going the same direction and roughly the same speed.
The one time I was worried was coming through the international district of Seattle from the east at about 40 mph downhill and a woman going the opposite direction decided to make a left right in front of me. Again, having anticipated that she might do that I was able to go around her - in front of her. ;-)
But that one did get the adrenalyn going. I’ve put tens of thousands of miles on bicycles. The only time I ever went down was in summer of 1966 when I was jumping dirt mounds on my paperboy special. I’ve seen plenty of other guys break bones though - especially in pace lines gone wrong.