Bike Wreck

Yeah, that’s right. I wrecked my bike. Well, I don’t know whose fault it was. Maybe it wasn’t I who wrecked the bike.

I hit a car. A parked car. No, I’m not proud of it.

We were riding back home after biking up City Creek canyon. To give some background, sometimes Adam will give me a little push while we’re riding. So instead, this time he said, “Hey Amber, give me a push!” I was feeling a bit confident, so I held my hand out, made sure I was balanced, and tried to give him a push. Instantly, my bike bailed to the right. My hands were closest to me on of the handlebars, away from the brakes. There was a parked car right in front of me.

What do you do in this situation? I couldn’t reach my brakes. I was going pretty fast. Hitting the car was imminent. So… I screamed.

Since there wasn’t video or photo documentation of the wreck, I drew a picture for your viewing pleasure (please do not use this picture for commercial use, I’m in the process of getting it copyrighted so it can be mass-produced.. )

After I screamed, I bumped into the back of the car. I kind of rolled over the front of my bike and fell to the side.

Thankfully, the bike wasn’t injured. I just rocked my pelvis into my stem is all. I have a nice bruise today. But lets talk about the real injury. My pride.