So in response to yesterdays post about stiff goats the fates decided that I needed to be taught a little lesson. About 8:30 AM, while riding to go see the doctor about my continuing medical troubles, I was smote by some deftly placed black ice. I was in traffic going about 2 mph while standing up waiting for the car in front of me to get moving when I hit said patch of ice. Man, I went down like a sack of grits falling off the back of a pickup truck. Fortunately, traffic was moving slowly enough that i didn't get pancaked by the car behind me. To add insult to injury, while staning on the side of the road trying to get make sure that my body was still working properly, some chick came cruising by on a hybrid, and didn't even bat an eyelash at the ice I hit.
Moral of the story is don't make fun of goats or people that fall off of their bicycle, no matter how tempting it may be.
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mmm grits.
This morning I too bowed at the altar of the Black Ice Gods (well, Concrete-Colored Ice Gods in any case). At about 2 miles an hour. In front of some fine ladies on the engineering quad.
Just try to contemplate the astronomical odds of ladies (fine ones at that) being on the quad *and* me laying my bike down at the same time.
DOH!
yesterday i was lucky enough to meet THE ice god himself. saw a patch of ice up ahead out in the country side. was tired (in the middle of an interval) so didn't really pay attention and just decided to go around it. then The Ice God decided to reveal his true self, and i realized the ice patch was in fact a damn ice river engulfing a good 100 feet of the entire road. down i went at 25mph. t'was quite a humbling experience.
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