I thought I might share a few shots (and a story) I took this morning while on a bike ride.
My wife and I met up with a mate (Paul) and we headed off along quiet roads and mostly bike paths to clock up a few easy k's. Tomorrow is our mid-week hard work out.
These were all taken with my old Sony Cybershot and while I was riding so excuse any 'Casilized' horizons
My wife Leanne ...
A view over my bars, past my cycling GPS and road LED light
Paul on one of the many boardwalks we cross through the wetlands here
Paul again descending behind me
Paul and Leanne on a busy section of the path
I'd have taken more but we had an accident.
Paul ran into my back wheel and 'touched pavement' as we say when someone hits the deck.
It was one of those things I guess ... I was leading, and at last look Paul and Leanne were back 20 metres from me so I didn't know they'd suddenly accelerated and jumped right onto my wheel. As I'm the strongest, this is quite normal. They save up to 30% of their energy by tucking in behind me.
I saw a truck coming down a side street on a collision course with us and couldn't see the driver. His face was hidden by his large side mirrors (large truck this one ... Tractor Trailer Units you call them over there perhaps) so as far as I could tell, he hadn't seen us and the steady motion of the truck seemed to suggest that. As we got closer (only a sec passing) he leaned forward but was looking in the other direction, further confirming my suspicion he'd looked our way already and not seen us.
I stopped pedaling (no braking) to give him just another moment to look my way and see our flashing lights (even though it was broad daylight now as you can see by the photos) ... and bang ... Paul runs up the back of my bike and I hear the sickening sounds of bike and rider hitting the bitumen. The truck driver stopped now and looked
We needed help getting Paul off the road and a passing motorist gave us that help. The truck had driven off of course.
Shock, pain and adrenaline were directing his focus on me, demanding why I stopped. I didn't stop of course, only eased up a little but from his point of view I caused the accident, and I guess I did.
The more I thought about it, the more I know it was the right thing to do. My choices were to keep going and 'hope' that a 20 ton truck was going to stop and not accelerate out of the side street and run right over us, or, try to ease up and maybe have a chance of stopping ourselves should he not stop.
After a few minutes Paul managed to climb back on his bike. He had a very sore elbow and hip and leg. Riding was the best thing he could do in this case so the leg didn't stiffen up.
He obviously didn't want me around for time being so I rode ahead a little and left him cruise along behind with Leanne. As his leg started to feel better, he became his old self again and was rationalizing what happen with more clarity.
I only had to push him up a couple of climbs on the way back as his leg got better. His elbow was still very sore even when got back to his place though.
Hopefully nothing broken or fractured. I don't think so. No swelling evident anywhere.
So ... what a ramble huh? That was my morning ... so far![]()
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