Where did that curb come from? WARNING; BLOOD So I wrecked my bike. First good one in a long while, maybe my worst ever, actually.
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I'm typing this now because my left fingers are going to swell up soon.
As it says, I hit a curb I kinda knew was there, but because I was night-riding and unusually for me taking the sidewalk, I hit this thing and went airborne. That was the fun part.
Then there was this mad scramble of flesh and metal and concrete, then I had enough oomph to stand up and take inventory. I was banged up a little, but my bike took it hard too.
It's a DSB (Department Store Bike) -- a Target special -- otherwise known to purists as a BLO (Bike-Like Object). But it's served me well for ten years, about 6 cents a day, evened out. Considering how heavy I've been and how I keep doing things like throwing the gears the wrong way, it's all held up to the abuse.
I've been preparing to convert it to my second bike, as there's enough money in the budget for me to get a decent Trek or Giant in the $500+ range. I've even been thinking about serious biking for the first time in year, doing stuff I've never done like multi-day cross country rides and unsupported rides for charity (like around Lake Michigan). I need to lose weight and keep it off for my blood sugar control, and I may as well make it a lifestyle.
So all that was percolating in my mind tonight, and then it became the grand guignol. Ah well. Battle scars!
I am going to feel this in some very odd places tomorrow. I hope I can move.