Here is how it went down: I was riding into the sunset on the Northwest Branch Trail, thought it was pretty and stopped for a picture. I included it here. While stopped, a darling little black puppy ran up and jumped up on my bike, and did ciccles between my feet and the tires. A little boy came to get him, the puppy, named Ruby. We chatted a it, I was told Ruby likes to chase things. I asked the mom to keep an eye on Ruby because I was about to start riding again.
They were a few yard ahead of me, Just at the point where the trail crosses a flat wooden bridge and juts up steeply to a crosswalk. My plan was to blast past the puppy and stop at the road. Until the puppy was racing me across the bridge, eluded the mom’s grip, and then he came too close to my moving bike. I slowed down but did not have enough momentum to crest the steep hill, nor could I clip out as my forward progress ceased. I toppled over oddly, landing on my right hand and wrist, and my bike smashed into my right knee. OUCH.
I got my Lakes off the pedals, the bike was straight up in the air above me–remember, I am on a steep incline. The mom pulled it away as I got up. The puppy was fine. I am icing my knee and hand. My bike is fine. It was like falling on skis because of the hill. I will be fine, I rode the rest of the way home, about 7 miles. I am going to have a dandy bruise on my inner knee.
I am so sad to be a contestant in this Pointless Prize contest.
I have a glorious bruise and hematoma on my leg just above my inner knee, ice is helping and ithe injury is not impacting my rides. The wrist is sprained, it hurts. I am trying to take it easy, braking on a slippery wet downhil today was taxing.
