Post #1 "Over the Bars"
As the self-appointed "Safety Czar" within my close group of cycle geeks I don't go into any ride thinking "I might crash today" but sometimes the bicycle gods intervene. April 2nd, 2022 those gods turned an ordinary training ride into an ambulance ride 3 miles from the end. Here's what I remember: On a stretch of road we ride often I was hustling to regroup with my cycling buddy Marty after stopping to refuel. He sailed by so I wedged the rest of my Clif bar between my teeth and clipped in. This particular stretch of road happens to be old, deteriorated concrete with potholes and fissures but no shoulder to escape to. It turns to asphalt and a has a shoulder that opens up about 100 yards from where I was but to reach that means navigating some bad road surface. As I pushed hard to get to the shoulder my Garmin alerted me of multiple cars approaching from behind. The next several minutes of the event can only be recalled in tidbits. I have a vague