Didn't I have an exciting ride home.
Had just come out of Glen Rd onto the cycle path at Toowong when I hear
a strange crunching sound. I look back to see a woman on the street
corner, hands over her mouth, gasping. I recall seeing a cyclist heading
down that hill as I went up so I turn back to check. Sure enough,
cyclist is now lying down in the middle of the road, not the best place
to take a nap.
He's hit the nasty little bump on the far side of the manhole cover, and
as I recall he was heading down the hill with water bottle in one hand,
so I figure as he dropped forward on hitting the bump it made his bike
swerve and off he came.
Two people who were about to get into vehicles stopped to help, I stayed
because (1) I am a cyclist and (2) I had a bright yellow jacket on and
it was about 5.45 pm on an overcast night. Another cyclist was waiting
as well.
The guy insisted he would be right to ride, he had nothing broken and
was just groggy (i.e., concussed and just wouldn't admit it) and his
jersey was ripped a bit. We ended up convincing him to call for a
pickup... only because the rear derailleur had folded back into the
spokes!
As all this was going on, a bus driver heading up the street to the
waiting point (around the corner from the bus stop) cut the corner a
bit, no doubt distracted by our excitement, and takes off the right rear
lights and bumper of a parked car. More excitement. After which I rode
very, very carefully and gave way to anything that looked vaguely like
it might not see me in my bright yellow jacket and lots of flashy
lights. Rest of my commute was (fortunately) without incident.
New slogan: If you ride alone, take your phone!
T