It started out as ordinary as a night can. A meeting at Old Chicago. Dinner. Laughs. Good times.
Shortly after leaving, the night took an incredibly bad turn.
As DJ and I were cutting through Rockford College on the way back home, we gained speed as we went down a hill and entered a curve. Our mistake was not acknowledging the wet pavement.
As my bike started to slip out from under me, I knew I was going down and there was nothing I could do about it. My bike’s computer topped out at almost 38mph when I wrecked.
DJ, riding behind me down the hill, saw the whole thing happen. He says as I started to slide, I spun around a complete 180 degrees, riding backwards for a moment, before flying off my bike backwards. He was unable to stop, ultimately hitting my bike in the road and launching himself onto the sidewalk.
Our bikes lied in a pile of wreckage in the middle of the street. Parts were bent and tangled. We didn’t know if they were still in riding condition or not.
We started to evaluate the damage. My rear derailluer was bent, as were my shifters and rear rim.
Once we realized that my bike could not be ridden home, we called in our personal SAG wagon for the rescue. While waiting, we were checking our bodies for damage. We both had scrapes on our arms and knees. My butt was super sore while DJ had pain in the shoulder and heel. I then noticed that one of my gloves was shredded. So was the leg on my shorts and one of my socks.
My wonderful girlfriend and another friend showed up in my car with towels and paper towels to clean up any blood before we got in the car.
We tossed our bags in the back, put the bikes on the bike rack and headed home. The more we sat, the more we realized that this was going to hurt for a while.
We got to my home and cleaned out the wounds as best as we could at the time. I was reminded why I hate peroxide.
This morning I began covering my wounds in bandages. I look a bit like a mummy. I’ll spare you the pictures of the wounds.
We did have the state of mind to get on video a description of the accident shortly after it happened. This way, we could recall the details that we would probably forget.
I might try to see if a security camera at Rockford College captured the accident. I’d love to see my bicycle moonwalk at 40mph.
My bike is in the shop. It may need a new rim (hopefully that’s the worst of it). But we should be ready to ride Saturday for the BART – Bike for the Arts ride. We might be a bit sore but we’ll be there.