We put on our gloves and helmets and the last thing cousin S said to me is “I’ll follow you.” Three pedals later I knew I had to adjust my seat higher since it felt like my knees were hitting my ear lobes so I stopped. Cousin S was looking at his feet. Before my feet were able to touch the ground I was being thrown forward onto the street. Luckily it was a dead end type street so no cars. I skidded nicely along the gravel though since cousin S had rear ended me. My bad since I hadn’t shouted out I was stopping.
Damage done….Scraped right ankle from the entanglement with the pedal. Landed hard on my left elbow but since I had long sleeves on to protect my new tat from the sun, there was no skin breakage there or broken bones. The gloves saved the palms of my hands. Wearing shorts had my left knee wide open to receive the road rash. My head never hit the pavement so I should have had the helmet on my knee.
I got up and the things I checked after skin and bones were tats. My dragon’s tail was narrowly missed by the pedal and the others were ok. I was fine. I patted the knee down with my shorts and we went on a fabulous ride.
Riding is going to be a weekly thing now and whoever crashes will buy the first round of beer.
Note to self: Break the Dyke rule and keep my eyes on the man’s butt. (yeah, I know yucksville)
Question to Solo: Does this mean I get bumped out of #2 spot?