We all know my luck with bicycles. Not very good. But this post isn't about my luck. It is about Sergio's. After four years of commuting on and off on his bike, he had a bit of mishap yesterday. Well, I'll let him tell you.
I got up at 6:00 and got all of my gear ready, my towel rolled, my shirt neatly folded, a place for everything and everything in it's place. I've got this down by now. I got out the door and onto my bike at 6:40 sharp, I went to the automatic gate, I did a slow clockwise turn to give the sensor time to open up the gate. I was on the street and making good time. A perfect start to a new day. I get to the first stop light; green mean go. I get to the second stop light; red means slowly approach the light and try to balance on the bike without getting off the pedals. I was doing well, this way I can get a quick start when the light turns green, but that light is taking forever. Balance, balance, press the brake, I've got cars behind me, Oh come on, turn. Wait, oh, I'm falling, I'm going zero miles per hour and the light is still red and I'm falling right over on my side in front of all these Dallas early morning drivers who probably think I shouldn't be on their road anyways. Well that was embarrassing, but no harm no foul, just a scratch. I got on my bike and got to work, I could tell the knee kind of hurt though, something about my foot staying in the stirrups and my knee turning the other direction. Anyways, long story short, I'm on the couch right now with my knee in a brace and a doctor's words about sprained knee ligaments in my ear.