A bicyclist prepares to descend Cricket Hill Friday morning. | Mark Brown / Sun-Times
After a biking spill along the lakefront path, I did what I could to regain my confidence, riding up Cricket Hill — twice — then, just to be safe, riding the brakes all the way down.
I was riding my bike along the lakefront path early one morning this past week, standing up out of the seat and pedaling as hard as I could to gain speed on a slight incline when my right foot slipped off the pedal.
Suddenly, I found myself seated on the bike frame instead of the seat as I careened out of control across the oncoming lane and into the grass, my legs spinning wildly as I tried to stay upright.
Somehow, I never really crashed to the ground, which doesn’t explain how I still managed to come away with a bloody left knee and cuts to both shins.
It was all over in a few seconds, and I was on my way. But it’s amazing what can go through a person’s mind in such a short time.
On another day or at another time of day, I likely would have crashed into an oncoming rider, and we’d have both been lying there, waiting for an ambulance — and it would have been my fault. Somehow, I managed to think about all that while, at the same time, feeling embarrassed that somebody must have witnessed the spectacle I had just made of myself.
It even occurred to me that I might have got myself killed, which was not a new thought on the often hectic lakefront bike path, though I usually associate it with someone else’s reckless behavior instead of my own.
Just like that, my self-confidence ebbed away, and I was …read more
Source:: Chicago Sun Times