I had a nasty spill on my way to school this morning. The temperature is in the mid-30s, but there was a big patch of black ice in the intersection near my house (four-way stop; not busy). I thought the ground was just wet - it's been raining here for several hours - but it was ice. As I started to turn left, I laid the bike down and slid about 25 feet. The ice was so smooth that I didn't even tear my pants. Luckily, there were no cars around because I ended up on the far side of the intersection. so I picked up my bike, gingerly walked to the edge of the ice, and finished my commute.
I'm going to have a hell of a bruise, though, on my fleshy left cheek.
I'm going to have a hell of a bruise, though, on my fleshy left cheek.
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