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My First Bike Crash…

Saturday, January 30th, 2010

Today, I experienced my first bike crash, an experience I wish upon no one as it was one of the scariest moments of my life. I’m not even quite sure what happened but I know there was a truck, an orange sign, and a girl on her bike (that girl would sadly be me).


I was riding south on the PCH back home to Santa Monica and for those who are unfamiliar with the Pacific Coast Highway, let’s just say it isn’t the most fun road to ride as you have four lanes of traffic, cars parked on the right, rocks-mud-sand and whatever else falls from the steep cliffs above and then there’s construction and all sorts of holes and lumps. So, why even bother riding on this crazy road? Well, for those of us living in Santa Monica, it is our one and only option in order to actually get to better and safer riding. I am an extremely cautious rider especially on the PCH as pedestrians and bikers most certainly DO NOT have the right away but sometimes cautious riding isn’t enough…


Orange is far from my favorite color and I swear to you I’ll be having nightmares of orange tonight. I could see the construction up ahead and the hazardously positioned orange cones and the diamond orange evil sign warning that there was some constructing taking place. Well, all this orange paraphernalia was going to force me over into traffic. So, I take a look and see no cars in the right lane—there was a truck about a ¼ mile back but in the left lane so I thought to myself no worries. I point to the right and inch over into the lane only to soon hear a blaring truck horn and I mean BLARING. PANIC! Complete Panic. I heard the truck and he was not braking, not even slowing the tiniest of bits. Quick thinking in my head went something like this take on an 18-wheeler or an orange sign…orange sign hear I come. I bolt my bike to the right braking like a mad woman. The only thought I remember thinking was that there was no way in hell I was going to be staying upright. All I recall was that there was some sliding, a leg slamming into the wicked orange sign, a bike being thrown into the air due to the signs stupid metal holders and then a girl on the ground buried under the orange sign. The good thing is that everything happened so fast that I didn’t put my arms down to brace my fall though my poor little right butt cheek took the brunt of the hit and then my right knee and right shoulder. A few scrapes and bruises but otherwise, I was perfectly fine. I have no idea how I managed to come away with nothing broken or a severe road rash. I definitely am lucky. Oh yes, my bike—perfectly fine as I think hitting my butt first on the ground saved her from severe damage. The sad thing was that no one stopped to help or even see if I was ok. At least 30 cars passed and not one even slowed. What in the hell is this world coming to?! or maybe that’s just Californication.


Moral of the story…don’t mess with the color orange or 18-wheelers.


I rolled the dice…

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

Sometimes you gamble and you lose and today I lost. It was a weather.com type of training day. Those are the days when you stare at your computer screen checking the hour-to-hour forecast and pray that the weather breaks. Now, let’s be honest…I experienced those on a daily basis in New York City but now I’m blessed with lots of sunshine except for the occasional spouts of rain. Currently, we are enduring 5-day rain spouter so computer watching becomes vital. Of course, I could ride my bike indoors though Tuesdays are not indoor days so my head was out of it and the body was begging for fresh air… one more click of the refresh button and whala I had a break!


Shoes on. Helmet on. A few extra layers for warmth and I’m off. I was cruising. Absolutely crushing the bike—mind you, I believe I had a 30mph tailwind but back to what’s truly important—I was flying! Then, my flying had to end due to a sudden and massive explosion in the clouds HELLO RAIN. I make a super quick turn around and hello headwind. No more flying more like crawling wondering why I am so stupid and hoping my bike remains upright through the puddles and random mud pits. Not so much fun especially on a super busy road where I swear to you cars thought it hilarious to just come a bit closer to me and accelerate through the puddles so I experience a land tsunami. Not cool cars. Not cool.


Yep, I’m absolutely soaked to the bone. Muddy. A bit cold but then the rain stops. The wind dies down and I think, hell I’m already wet and muddy. Let’s go for some intervals. So lalalala I’m doing my little intervals up and down a 2 mile strip thinking I am an absolute genius because here I am cruising on my bike while everyone else is indoors because rain is cold and wet. Well, I pushed my luck. The gods revolted—they sent me a huge bolt of lightening and then a crack of thunder that nearly through me off my bike followed by a severe downpour and hurricane winds. I actually was a little scared but then, in a weird sort of way, I was completely happy. Giggling like a little school girl. Here I was biking in a torrential rain with winds blowing me all over the place and I was happy…actually, I was having the time of my life. I did one more interval just because I could. It felt naughty. So, in the end, maybe I did gamble though now I’m not so sure that I lost…I loved my wet little adventure except for the fact that my bike needs a major cleaning.



My Introduction

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

I honestly did not want to be the first true newbie to make an introduction but alas, I couldn’t resist. I am so excited to be apart of TeamTBB for 2010 and truly have admired you all and your accomplishments…also am hoping this bit of flattering will help me to avoid newbie initiations. My freshman year in high school I was forced to tread water in a river with water temps of 12c then had to run through a family neighborhood in just my undies and of course, the temp. was only a whopping 2c. I have nightmares. Please be gentle!


And, of course, I must share the story of how I began my 2010…

I apologize beforehand as this may cause cringing or a deep sorrow for my inability to avoid chaotic situations that typically only come about due to my own awkwardness.


It all began with some coconut water…
and I drank quite a bit due to being more thirsty than normal
Not a good idea because bladders are only so big…


My family will giggle at the beginning of this story because they know better than anyone that I have many of hundreds of pee stories. I don’t know why it happens to be this way but it is and I accept my downfalls in life. So, as it was, Mike and I hopped onto our bikes and headed out to the PCH. 10 minutes into riding and I already needed a potty break. 20 minutes – things were getting bad and at 30 minutes I knew I had to time trial it to the gas station bathroom which sits at just about 40 minutes into the ride. I screeched my bike into the station, unclipped my shoes, and ran me and my bike into the potty. I was in a hurry so quickly rested my bike against the wall and found some much needed relief UNTIL…


My bike started falling. I panicked. The last thing you want is your beautiful bike to hit concrete floor so I sprung off the toilet in an attempt to save her. The good news was I managed to rescue my bike just centimeters from its untimely death though without a price. When you have to go, you have to go and when you have to go bad well there’s little to do to stop it. Yep, I slightly wetted myself in order to rescue my bike but if that weren’t bad enough my aero bottle was full of water which spilled all over the floor. Wet concrete floor meets my bike cleats and you guessed it, I slip right onto my butt and worst part (here comes the cringing) I slip right onto my bare, white arse with shorts down at my ankles and tri-bike lying sprawled across me. It is a picture I wish none of you make a mental note of. At that point, I was laughing and crying and disgusted and ashamed and wet and piddled upon.


Oh 2010, how I love you so!

Happy Late New Year. I hope yours starts off dryer than mine.