After the wreck. I ended up with a mark on my right cheek about two by four inches. I hope it won’t scar. We will see.
Looking at my bike. Looks like I did a bit more damage than I thought I did.
The handle bars are bent.
My front wheel actually is bent, and I impacted the hub.
I have to rebuild the front end again.
I twisted the seat.
And after all that time saying how awesome Soma toe clips are, I broke one.
Mostly…..
So I entered into Wonderkat yesterday. I made reference to it a few days back . Aside from a headache I felt amazing. So in an uncharacteristic move for me I popped an Advil and got prepped to raced.
I was first off the line and carried the pace for the first half mile or so, but was soon forced to drop back and let several people in front of me who actually knew the way we needed to go. I was one of the first three people to the two check points I made it to. Even though I entered the Sopo parking lot on a sprint and off my brakes and over shot my mark. Unfortunately between the Freedom park stop and the High Museum, I don’t what happened. I am confident I had a had a seizure, passed, out and crashed my bicycle. Several people including the checkpoint worker told me they the heard sirens when I spoke to them later on that night. Unfortunately I have no clue when I went down or how long I was out for, but I was unconscious long enough for them to get me to the hospital and get an I.V. in.
When I woke up, I took stock of my situation, I was in a strange hospital……Again. I at least had my wallet and my cell phone, but I didn’t have my glasses. Looking around I could think of several better places to be. Lots of the people on the beds where wearing blue faces masks and so were several nurses. Considering that not everyone was wearing a mask the problem must have still been endemic, but still fairly infectious. So I made sure I could still walk, got up. And then read my name on the wall chart to see where I fell in the triage rotation. When I saw it was fairly fair down I pulled the I.V. and then walked out.
Looking at myself I saw was bleeding from both legs, my shoulder, and face. The large blood stain running down the front of my jersey came from mouth where I split my lip. Placing a few phone calls I was able to track down my bicycle and my glasses. Just the matter of riding the Marta a few miles and the walking a few more miles to pick them up.
Well happy birthday to me. Looks like a few days off my bike while I rest this time.
On a side note. Wonderoot’s grand opening was amazing. I really expect big things from them.
Wednesday was the weekly meeting of “Food not Bombs” to cook and feed people in Little Five Points. I try to help them when I can. Our personal ideology is a little different so I make it a point to learn from them as much as possible. It is also nice to be able to help out a decent cause thats helping out where others groups aren’t. Plus they work amazingly hard to make things happen. And I love the guys in the local group who work week after week to feed these people.
Recently one of the stores they were getting donations from got a new produce manager and started refusing to help on the grounds they believed we were keeping the food just to eat instead of feeding others with it. So I was asked to take pictures this time. I have several from past weeks as well, so it will be nice to have a contrast to show them how big it has gotten.
We spent several hours preparing dishes before heading out to pass out food. The food was well received, and went extremely quickly. Everyone was glad to see us come and liked everything we had to offer. For some reason there does seem to be a social stigma associated with accepting a free lunch for some people, so some seem insulted when we offer them food, but all in all things went really smoothly.
Leaving “Food not Bombs” I ran into Rafael and several other of my friends practicing bicycle tricks in a parking lot where I was coerced into shooting a few more pictures. Luckily it was perfect lighting conditions for tracking shots. So he got in his zone and rode out a few leg over skids while I shot. I really enjoy the amount of movement that’s shown in some of these shots.
Lots more can be found in the gallery here.
The Stupidhurts Gallery
First off I got a comment from cyclist Corey Keizer over at 15rides.blogspot.com
He is doing a lot to raise awareness for cyclist rights. It means something to me since any night while doing volunteer work I found out I can ask the crowd, “Who here has been hit by a car?” And alway get an affirmative answer from someone, sometimes several someones.
That being said. With my birthday coming up I either want a jersey from his site in a medium. Or a right hand 105 9 speed shifter so I can fix my road bike. Kills me having a broken bicycle I can’t fix, and it isn’t the sort of part people just leave lying around.
Or is this part one, since we are doing this first…..If health permits.
Two styles of racing in one day.
Should be fun.
The preliminary plan for my birthday is to attend the Faster Mustache birthday party at Lenny’s bar.
FM Bike Party May 31st!
Local Atlanta bicycle club and race team Faster Mustache is having a birthday party and fund raiser at Lenny’s on May 31st at 6 pm. The event will include tons of live music, great food like Jambalaya prepared by our guest chef from Baton Rouge, Chef Rock Steady, and a sprint competition INSIDE the bar!
This is the bicycle party of the year.
After that Bobby and I are talking about hanging out so I don’t have to wallow in my misery alone.
I really need to come up with a better name for it. But this is the seventh reiteration of my current bag design. Not the current bag I have made. Unfortunately I lost count of that ages ago. This one has several improvements over my sacred heart bag which thankfully saw lots of use, but unfortunately failed in lots of places.
The Mark7 was built with strength in mind so all of the seams were rolled over and double stitched. I also tried a few new things with the compression straps this time. I am curious how it holds up over time. In the mean time, I am debating if I am going to be using my sacred heart bag a little less, or if I am going to cut it up and recycle that hardware for my next bag. I know it will be a bit before I embroider anything that detailed, and it is my favorite bag for purely that reason.
