True in, true out
No more love, no more cycle. I was rolling at 20, around a corner, as I have done countlessly in the past, when it happened. It was corner 5 to be exact, one of the most treeless in the park.
Right before it happened I was happy, I had a smile on my face, I was breaking a personal record, I had cycled over 6 miles in under 15 minutes, I was pressing the envelope now, could I get 8 in 20?
He was wearing a yellow shirt, walking a LARGE German Shepard on a leash wich he held high (for some reason) above his head. I didn't see him until it was already happening, although it was his fault altogether. In mere nano seconds it was over, and I was rolling along the pavement like a Goddamn tennis ball.
I squeezed my right shimanu with so much force it locked up. "If Shimau is good enough for the P.D. its good enough for me," I remember thinking so long ago. Thats the main reason I got that bike. And in the end it was the main reason I lost that bike. It failed me like no other.
He was directly in front of me, not only in the wrong lane, but going the wrong direction. A leash stretched across the trail, like a brick wall, into the brush, where a huge dog crept along. There was absolutly no where for me to go.
The man quickly lowered his arms, thus lowering the leash, but it was too little, too late. I heard the dog yelp as I passed by. I imagine/hope that it was simply tugged to the ground (I know I didn't hit it).
I banked left, and hooked right, breaking through/over the leash near the center of the trail. But the leash caught my front shocks, I lost balance and with my tire locked up and pulling hard right, I found myself hovering above my bike like an astronaut in space. Somehow I dropped back onto the bike, and was quickly wrenched into reality as I noticed a tree approaching straight ahead. Somehow I manuevered the bike slightly left, so only my arm grazed it. But my right pedal wasn't so lucky, as some of it is still in that tree right now.
The right side of my bike caught the tree (If I had ever hit the tree head on, I would be dead right now) and I went flying forward, above the path, near the brush. Bark was flying all around me, and I heard bangs, pops, and cracks. I felt like I was in an old WWII movie, as my arms and legs flapped helplessly about the air. I got one leg under my body, and tucked in, as I made contact. I rolled twice, then felt something smash into my back as I came to a stop in the dirt. I then saw my bike sideways in the air flipping over my body, I could only pray it would not land on me.
When all was said and done, I ended up more than 10 feet from where the accident had occured, and my bike was a total loss.
Apparently as my right pedal grabbed the tree it whipped the bak end in. My back tire was bent in half almost torn off. my chain is fucked, and the 'transmission' is hanging off. One of my manuevering bars was almost bent off, and both are scratched and dented. My rear brakes are permanantly pressureized, and even my front tire is slightly bent. My right pedal is broken in half and finally I am in pain as I sit here writting this 12 hours later.
As I laid in the trail, I sware I heard laughing, I looked up and the guy was running away. I was pissed, and got up to chase him. I quickly realized that my ankle was really hurt, as was my knee, elbow back and wrist.
I didn't care, I loved my bike, and their it lay in peices. And you can bet I wasn't gonnalet that mother fucked get away unscaved. I picked up what i could of my bike, threw it over my shoulder and took off. I was sprinting, where I got the power to do so is beyond my knowledge. I started shuoting, and he started running even faster, as i gained on him I grew too tired, I dropped my bike to hte ground and started to walk/jog it after him. I knew what I was doing was wrong (goign teh wrong way down a one way trail). I hate when people do it, I couldn't believe I was doing it. I caught up to him and looked him in hte eye as I passed him. I think he stopped right about then....I don't know what was going on. Then I was at the end of the trail, so I waited for him, but he never came. I decided to drop my ruins off at home and go back for him. I chugged a gatorade, grabbed a knive and took off running. I ran 4 miles, all the while on the look out for him, but he never turned up. He never passed me, I never saw him, and I better not ever again.
He laughed as I plumited to an asphault grave, and ran away as I laid there in pain. Everything was his fault. He never checked to see if i was ok, or even cared. Maybe he was afraid I'd sue him, or maybe he was afraid of me.
The second I was next to him as I chased him, I didn;t know what to do, he had a dog, and I was in pain and exhausted. I should have jumped him, there alone in the park and taken his money to buy a new bike.
My wounds were not that bad upon inspection, I don't know how though, I should have 2 broken legs, 1 broken arm and bruises everywhere.
I guess I'll be jogging until I replace my bike, although that will be hard, you can't go from the top, to something less......Although was Shimanu so good? I dunno, I need sleep.........and running shoes..............
Right before it happened I was happy, I had a smile on my face, I was breaking a personal record, I had cycled over 6 miles in under 15 minutes, I was pressing the envelope now, could I get 8 in 20?
He was wearing a yellow shirt, walking a LARGE German Shepard on a leash wich he held high (for some reason) above his head. I didn't see him until it was already happening, although it was his fault altogether. In mere nano seconds it was over, and I was rolling along the pavement like a Goddamn tennis ball.
I squeezed my right shimanu with so much force it locked up. "If Shimau is good enough for the P.D. its good enough for me," I remember thinking so long ago. Thats the main reason I got that bike. And in the end it was the main reason I lost that bike. It failed me like no other.
He was directly in front of me, not only in the wrong lane, but going the wrong direction. A leash stretched across the trail, like a brick wall, into the brush, where a huge dog crept along. There was absolutly no where for me to go.
The man quickly lowered his arms, thus lowering the leash, but it was too little, too late. I heard the dog yelp as I passed by. I imagine/hope that it was simply tugged to the ground (I know I didn't hit it).
I banked left, and hooked right, breaking through/over the leash near the center of the trail. But the leash caught my front shocks, I lost balance and with my tire locked up and pulling hard right, I found myself hovering above my bike like an astronaut in space. Somehow I dropped back onto the bike, and was quickly wrenched into reality as I noticed a tree approaching straight ahead. Somehow I manuevered the bike slightly left, so only my arm grazed it. But my right pedal wasn't so lucky, as some of it is still in that tree right now.
The right side of my bike caught the tree (If I had ever hit the tree head on, I would be dead right now) and I went flying forward, above the path, near the brush. Bark was flying all around me, and I heard bangs, pops, and cracks. I felt like I was in an old WWII movie, as my arms and legs flapped helplessly about the air. I got one leg under my body, and tucked in, as I made contact. I rolled twice, then felt something smash into my back as I came to a stop in the dirt. I then saw my bike sideways in the air flipping over my body, I could only pray it would not land on me.
When all was said and done, I ended up more than 10 feet from where the accident had occured, and my bike was a total loss.
Apparently as my right pedal grabbed the tree it whipped the bak end in. My back tire was bent in half almost torn off. my chain is fucked, and the 'transmission' is hanging off. One of my manuevering bars was almost bent off, and both are scratched and dented. My rear brakes are permanantly pressureized, and even my front tire is slightly bent. My right pedal is broken in half and finally I am in pain as I sit here writting this 12 hours later.
As I laid in the trail, I sware I heard laughing, I looked up and the guy was running away. I was pissed, and got up to chase him. I quickly realized that my ankle was really hurt, as was my knee, elbow back and wrist.
I didn't care, I loved my bike, and their it lay in peices. And you can bet I wasn't gonnalet that mother fucked get away unscaved. I picked up what i could of my bike, threw it over my shoulder and took off. I was sprinting, where I got the power to do so is beyond my knowledge. I started shuoting, and he started running even faster, as i gained on him I grew too tired, I dropped my bike to hte ground and started to walk/jog it after him. I knew what I was doing was wrong (goign teh wrong way down a one way trail). I hate when people do it, I couldn't believe I was doing it. I caught up to him and looked him in hte eye as I passed him. I think he stopped right about then....I don't know what was going on. Then I was at the end of the trail, so I waited for him, but he never came. I decided to drop my ruins off at home and go back for him. I chugged a gatorade, grabbed a knive and took off running. I ran 4 miles, all the while on the look out for him, but he never turned up. He never passed me, I never saw him, and I better not ever again.
He laughed as I plumited to an asphault grave, and ran away as I laid there in pain. Everything was his fault. He never checked to see if i was ok, or even cared. Maybe he was afraid I'd sue him, or maybe he was afraid of me.
The second I was next to him as I chased him, I didn;t know what to do, he had a dog, and I was in pain and exhausted. I should have jumped him, there alone in the park and taken his money to buy a new bike.
My wounds were not that bad upon inspection, I don't know how though, I should have 2 broken legs, 1 broken arm and bruises everywhere.
I guess I'll be jogging until I replace my bike, although that will be hard, you can't go from the top, to something less......Although was Shimanu so good? I dunno, I need sleep.........and running shoes..............