A Little Morning Excitement

I stared certain doom in the face a couple mornings ago and didn't bat an eye. Running a little late to class, but perhaps more of a result of a nice tail wind or the fact that I was feeling ambitious, I was biking hard toward campus. I had just crossed the street and was standing up and accelerating away when a combination of bad events occurred simultaneously. First, my foot slipped off the front of the pedal and dropped to the ground. Second, somehow my chain came off the crank. Next, because my foot had fallen off and was dragged on the ground, my crotch had also dropped onto the nose of the seat and then onto the top tube of the frame.

Now wobbling semi-uncontrollably, the light post that I usually zip past without a second thought became a real concern. The pole was rapidly approaching and I was still struggling to get my bike under control. I employed the sophisticated technique of grinding my foot, grabbing the brakes, swearing, and steering fearfully and managed to skid to a stop just past the pole no worse for the wear, really. Topping things off however, my front wheel somehow developed a nice wobble and so I had to limp to my building on campus. Fortunately, I avoided disaster but it definitely not the way to start the morning.