Giddyness ensues.

[hyjeauq]

I rode to a tiny market five or six blocks away from the office for a bite to eat.  Along the way I ended up on a road that had old railroad tracks running down it.  Now railroad tracks aren’t such a big deal to cars (except the pointy parts) but on a bike the tires will occasionally twist and run along the track instead of going straight.  In order to avoid this you cross them perpendicular to the way they run.

Yeah, perpendicular.

I flew through the air with the greatest of surprised cries, the kind that illicits terror in funny home video competitors.

I hit the ground.

I rolled.

I stared at the sky.

I was glad a car hadn’t been following me.

God rocks.

The part that I’m giddy about is the rolling part.  In Akido I learned how to roll.  There’s a method.  Hand, elbow, shoulder, middle of back, hip, leg, rinse and repeat until stopped.  Miss one hurt the next.

When the dust settled I was more embarrassed by having fallen off my bike than hurt and scrambling to make sure I wasn’t in the path of a car (I wasn’t).  The price of my “railroad tracks and bikes don’t play well together lesson” is a slightly soar wrist, a small scrape on my elbow, a good feeling about myself and a greater respect for the ‘grain’ of railroad tracks…