Walked downstairs flipping a spanner in my hand today.
Finally went to adjust the height of my saddle. Now my feet can't touch the ground while I'm sitting on my bicycle anymore. First time I had abit of trouble getting onto the bicycle in years.
Took me awhile to get used to the balance issues resulting from having my CG further from the ground. The pedalling, however, became significantly easier, as it should have been all along. A few minutes into it and I was addicted to the speed already.
What I failed to realise at that point however was that it becomes harder to turn by adjusting my CG.
And so I found out... in the form of a well-placed bus number pole.
As I said, cycling at high speed becomes very addictive. At least, relatively high speeds. Especially when it takes alot less effort than what was previous required to cycle at a medium speed.
So there I was, on a downhill path. Saw a bus stop. Navigated the seats fine. Saw a pole to my left. Leaned right...
And comes that all-too-familiar (bad sign) moment where time -almost- seems to slow and you get that "Oh, shit..." feeling and you know you're gonna be screwed but you don't have the time to react or do anything but just hope it turns out fine...
Fortunately it did, for me at least. Couldn't exactly say the same for my bicycle. At least it was still intact post-crash, apart from the wheel pointing about 90 degrees right when the handlebars were held out straight.
Looking back it seems kinda miraculous that I didn't even fall off my bicycle. Apparently after my left handlebar slammed into the pole, the handlebar rotated a full 180 degrees from the impact. The front wheel probably couldn't follow as much, and ended up perpendicular to the other wheel, causing the bicycle to skid to a stop with me sprawled on top of it in some awkward position...
Like all the other accidents I laughed it off and continued cycling. One day though, my luck will run out, and this blog shall die with me...
