The markets were boring today, and the temp was hitting the low 70s, so I bailed and went for a ride. Can't pass up 73 degrees in November in northern Indiana, it just doesn't happen that often!
For the last couple weeks, I've been joking with my wife about crashing my bike to get a new carbon fiber machine, well, today that joke almost became a reality.
I was cruising along at 20 MPH in the final half-mile of a 12-mile ride when I noticed a car starting to pull out into the street. I saw the driver glance in my direction then look the other way, and knew she hadn't seen me. I got on the brakes hard and came to a stop just as she pulled half way into the lane before looking back in my direction and slamming on her brakes.
She made some apologetic gestures, I waved, and continued on my way with bike & body intact. I may lust after a carbon fiber frame, but I have no desire to have a bunch of stainless steel screws holding my bones together. I doubt I'm as resilient as I used to be.
Back in my teen years, I did a brief stint as a hood ornament after being hit by a car while riding my bike. I flew over the car, the bike was totaled, the woman driver - who happened to work for my dad - was a wreck, and I had 13 stitches in my head and a sprained and swollen knee. Even though the accident was my fault, the driver tried to pay for the bike, an offer my parents kindly and gently declined.
Lucky for me, the accident happened in front of the home of a retired Army medic, who was kneeling next to me almost as soon as I hit the ground. He had been doing yard work when he heard squealing car tires and turned around just in time to see me fly over the car. After showing one guy how to hold my scalp together to slow the bleeding, he checked my body for broken bones and other injuries.
He took good care of me and was reportedly appalled at how the EMTs handled me once they arrived on the scene. Army medics have high standards.
The worst part of the ordeal occurred in the emergency room when they started cleaning the wound. After doing the triple lindy off the car, I landed in dirt and gravel beside the road. Literally, I had rocks in my head, and yes, some people believe they are still there.
After picking out the big pieces, there was only one way to get the fine particles out to prevent infection. Yep, scrub it clean. The routine was scrub, then X-ray, then scrub, then X-ray, rinse & repeat until the X-rays came back clear. And while my head was numbed, I could still feel the pressure and hear the brush as the doctor worked his magic.
Think fingernails on a blackboard then multiply the effect by 10. Yeah, pretty gross.
I was soon back to normal and all these years later the scar now serves as a useful teaching aid for my own kids, who are becoming bike riders. "Don't be careless like daddy was" is a bit more meaningful when you have a crescent-shaped scar where hair used to grow!
Anyway, enough with the flashbacks, here are today's elevation profile and stats:
Distance: 11.90 miles
Time: 0:53:00
Avg. Speed: 13.5
Max. Speed: 29.2Min. Elevation: 725 ft.
Max. Elevation: 853 ft.
Ascent: 200 ft.
Descent: 190 ft.
Calories Burned: 537