25th
If you’re an Alton Brown fan like I am, you probably saw the episode of “Feasting on Asphalt” when he fell on gravel with his motorcycle and broke his collar bone.
The same thing happened to me tonight — minus the broken bones. I was turning around in a gravel parking lot, and according to my husband, I had put my foot down and it slipped. I don’t remember that. I just remember my bike going down and fighting like crazy to keep it from doing so.
Somehow, I managed to get it turned off and found myself standing over it practically doing the Chinese splits. One of my feet was down by the bottom of the bike, and my other foot was up by the seat. I don’t know how I ended up in that position, but I prefer that one to being UNDER the bike!
I am so disappointed. I have ridden four years now without any accidents of any kind. Now I’ve had my first bike drop. I have the joined the ranks of countless others who have lost control on gravel.
I had prided myself on my gravel driving. Our church parking lot is gravel. I have always handled it right. But I think I was tired, and I didn’t have my riding boots on. Whatever the cause, the bottom line is that I don’t have any burns or bruises or scratches. I do have a pulled hamstring and a twisted knee, but those are minor compared to what could have been!
I am so thankful to the Lord for protecting me. He is so faithful to answer our prayers.
