So Sunday I was on my bicycle, heading over to the Greenway to put in a few miles on the trails, when the car in front of me stopped unexpectedly. I stopped quickly and didn’t crash or wipe out, but I did manage to catch my right calf on the front sprocket.
Since I didn’t see anything that suggested stitches, I continued on to bike about seven miles before heading home to scrub bike grease out of my cuts. Here’s a before scrubbing picture:
Heck, it doesn’t look half bad using the flash.
This is what it looked like Tuesday evening – can you see the bruises forming? That’s going to be darn colorful in a few days.
“I’m outta here. You might fall on me or something.” -Chaos
“Remember, kids, don’t try this at home! Mom’s a highly clumsy but relatively experienced cyclist.” -Chaos
Ooh, that looks awful. I have a scar on one foot from a long ago bicycle wreck, and a scar on the other foot from a flip turn in the pool attempt. May be why I don’t do those things anymore.
I did the exact same thing at a triathlon: the Buffalo Tri in early June. The strange thing is I didn’t even notice until afterwards, as it was such a cold day.
Wow, that had to hurt! Hope it’s nothing more than colorful today.
Ow! That’s why I don’t ride bikes.
That and the fact that I have no coordination. 😉
Btw, I’m half way through Lover Avenged! Mm, mm, mm.
Super ouch! In the updated pics, it does look way better.