When you see someone on a bike talking on a cell phone, do you think, “what a wanker”? What about texting? What about someone laying in the road, one foot clipped into a pedal and one hand holding the cell phone?
Yeah, that would be me.
My defense is: the text was from my daughter; I was only a few houses from having left home; I did at least stop and unclip from one pedal.
It was one of those incidents where the front wheel turns the wrong way, and you go over on the side where you’re clipped in. Like you sometimes see on the start line before a race, when a guy isn’t paying attention. Then everyone laughs and says, “now we know who to avoid.”
Only I was laying in my own street, with a chainring gouge in one calf, and a road rash scar FROM JULY torn open again. For the third time. I think the scab is going to be with me until next July.
At least I don’t think any of the neighbors were watching.
Apparently some others have also decided this is not a good idea: