Last year, April, one of the first outside rides of the season. We're trucking around in full regalia, Mitchell and I, and we stumble across a couple that clearly has gotten new bikes for Christmas, and somehow have a mechanical...like 3 miles from where they parked. It's the gal that has the mechanical, the guy is looking at it like ummm, I dunno, ...so we stop, and ask how we could help.
Long story short...we couldn't help, needed a chainbreaker, so we volunteer to haul azz back to the car to grab one
(Mitchell had one
), and we'd be right back around. Prolly take 15 minutes. OK, perfect. Mitchell takes off. I go to clip in and follow him, and before I'm going 3mph, "something" happens. I wish I had film to figure out what it was, but my head went down, my bike
(aerobars, zipp, and disc
) went over my head at 3mph. 3mph. Or less, it was the first pedal stroke.
The bike went 25 feet, forward. I went 3 feet, down, like a fail judo move. Broken rib, shoulder injury that I didn't have checked, embarassment up the wazoo, bike was fine and no rash. Hm. After everyone had a good laugh, I did a solid 6mi TT in immense pain to bring that chainbreaker back. But we fixed her ride.