So, this morning, I had every intention of going for a 25 mile bike ride. It would be my longest of the summer, to this point. Last weekend, I did 20 miles and wanted to continue to build my long ride endurance. I went to Shelby Farms, which provides a mixture of low traffic roads and some off road trails. At around mile 16, I started up this brief hill. Some new gravel had just been laid, so I move to the right to avoid most of the gravel. As I did, my rear wheel sunk into the gravel and the bike slipped out to the left. I, however, fell to the right...right on my shoulder.
I wasn't wearing a helmet, but I didn't hit my head. No harm, no foul there. But, I did take most of the impact on my shoulder. And, now, I struggle to move my right arm. (Fortunately, my fingers are still working in good order, so that I can type this blog.) I also skinned my leg and arm a little. But, this is not my worst bike accident. No, that happened when I was 13 and hit a parked car. My brother's sympathetic response to my accident today was "at least you didn't get hit by a car." See, my brother saw me immediately after my accident when I was 13--beaten and broken. And, he recently pointed out to me that I should consider avoiding biking. This was my third accident in the three years that I've lived in Memphis. And, yet, I don't plan to give up bicycling any time soon.