Judging by the email I received from Grandma this morning, it looks like news of my bicycling prowess has already spread around the family. Yes, it's true, I had my first wipe out on my bike. And, yes, it hurt my pride as well as my hide.
Basically, my bike went off the side of the road a little bit. Where I went off the road the sand on the side was at the same level as the road, so I swerved back on.
Unfortunately, by the time my bike was headed back onto pavement the road had risen about 3 inches above the sand on the side. So, as I pushed my bodyweight over to turn, my front wheel decided to stay where it was. Gravity took over from there and I just completely wiped out.
I was going fast, but not too fast, just 18 mph. The damage to my body wasn't terrible. A few scrapes on my arm, but mostly just a big road rash on my hip/butt (I'll spare you any pictures). I was lucky to avoid landing directly on my hip, and smart enough not to try and break my fall with my hands, so I avoided any broken bones.
The damage to the bike wasn't bad either. A couple scrapes here and there, but most major components were left unharmed. The worst thing was shaving about 1/4 inch of plastic and metal off of my front left shifter on the handlebar. It's still functional, though, so it's no big deal.
Most importantly, nobody saw me wipe out. It's nice to be alone when you happen to look like a complete idiot.
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