The song that inspired today’s run up Mt Royal. Great video, awesome band, many great memories of riding the Old Vulcan around London and the South Coast.
This morning on the ride in, I took a fall and hit the pavement pretty damn hard. Lucky for me the damage is mostly road rash, a few bruises and a battered ego as I blatantly ignored the “Glissant” sign right before the wet wooden bridge I was attempt to scream across. In all fairness it wasn’t the bridge that got me but rather the sudden contact with pavement that my wheels were obviously not prepared to grip into. I’m sure I’ll be fine after a few days of healing. I’ll obviously have to repair the bike shorts, replace my gloves as well as my grip tape but at least the bike is in good shape and the wheels stayed true. Thank god for commuting on a bike with no fragile parts.
So after cleaning up and ingestion copious amounts of bold coffee, I zoomed in on the GPS data from the fall. I’m actually quite impressed at how quickly the Garmin adjusted to the sudden change in speed. The fall obviously lasted a few seconds at most, but what is interesting is how detailed the slide is and the sheer anger as I pulled the bike back up, gave it the once over as well as spraying water over my knee and moving on.
The rest of the ride was no fun at all but boy did I ever slow down for those damned metal bridges and the other wooden one by Peel Basin. As the leaves start to cover the path and the morning dew takes longer to evaporate I will have to readjust my pace… again. I guess my summer of Strava segments might be over.