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Cycling, inanimate objecs and fate...(7 posts)
|Cycling, inanimate objecs and fate...||funknuggets|
May 22, 2003 6:25 AM
|Let me ask you all something. Do you think as cyclists we are any more prone to odd occurrences while on the bike? This is really bizarre, but it seems the strangest things happen to cyclists... or me perhaps. Could it be we are simply more aware as we have to stay pretty alert while on the bike, so we are more cognizant of bizarre happenings that others may not see. Let me give you three examples of things that have happened in the last year that really strike me as odd.
1. Last year on a training ride, a friend of mine and I buzzed through a stoplight riding side by side and just yapping as we were about 1 mile from the end of the ride. He rode over the edge of a bungee cord-like thing with the hooks at the end. The opposite end flipped up, grabbed my spoke, pulling the opposite end through the fork catching the fork with the other hook, wrapping itself around the hub to bring me to a screeching endo-front wheel skid (to which I nearly bit it) within six feet. Luckily nothing happened, but a superficial scratch on the back of my fork and an astounding jump of my heartrate from 125 to 190 in 1 second.
2. Last Sunday, on another easy ride, riding with another rider, again just cruising along, when I catch the edge of a rock about the diameter of a penny with my front tire, shooting it hard to the left. It catches his front velocity rim with a loud ping, shoots straight up, clicks the bottom edge of the lens on his oakleys and ends up INSIDE of his helmet without even a scratch to him. What the heck is going on?
3. Last year on a big group ride, a bad thunderstorm was coming in. The fast group decided to go on and hammer and try to get the ride in before the bad rain came on. The winds were TERRIBLE, reported frontal gusts in the 35-50mph range. But we rode on anyway. We packed in pretty tight in an eschelon formation to try and combat the insane crosswinds on this one stretch. A huge cardboard box that had been flattened, like one from a refridgerator or dryer or something came hurtling across the road out of nowhere and passed directly through our pack of twenty or so riders without even touching a single one of us. It happened so fast that no one even braked or went down avoiding it. It was in front of the rider who was in front of me and was so big, for that moment, I couldnt see either of the riders in front of him. Weird.
Sometimes I try and figure what the odds are of anything like this happening, and wonder if somehow we cyclists ride on the edge of some kind of alter-bizzaro world where things like this are commonplace. Maybe it is fate, but I don't know, life just baffles me sometimes.
So ponders the funk:
|wherever you go, there you are! (nm)||JS Haiku Shop|
May 22, 2003 6:36 AM
|Ahh, grasshopper.||Mike P|
May 22, 2003 6:56 AM
|I was on a recovery day ride, not really thinking about much or looking at anything in particular when I saw a very small blur jump up from the road. Somehow my vision was able to focus in on the blur just as it grabbed the top of my front tire, dead center. I saw a grasshopper looking straight at me with a confused look on its face before it was rotated to its last resting spot. Time had to have slowed in order for me to see the things face.
May 22, 2003 7:55 AM
|And he must have been so impressed with himself to have landed that small moving platform so well... looking up at you with pride as the weight of doom circled around upon him...|
|Terminal Eclipse? nm||Mike P|
May 22, 2003 8:28 AM
|re: Cycling, inanimate objecs and fate...||DINOSAUR|
May 22, 2003 8:10 AM
|The problem is, sooner or later the odds will not be in your favor....|
|re: Cycling, inanimate objecs and fate...||Bruno S|
May 22, 2003 10:18 AM
|Yesterday during the racing club crit practice some juniors were sharing the course with the 25 of us. End result: I hit at 26 mph a 10 y.o boy and he had to be taken to the hospital. I was second in a three men break. After the first guy went by, the kid freaked and turned sharply left. His speed must have been 10 mph. My right hand hit his left hood. His parents are club members that take these kids to the crit practice. Obviously sooner or later an accident was going to happen. It was unfortunate I had to be involved.|| |