3.3.20 // This is Me.

This is me.
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In 2019 I had two significant bicycle accidents.
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The first one a result of being cut off while commuting down Market Street in San Francisco. It was 8:30 am and it was a beautiful sunny day. This was before cars were removed from lower Market Street, and a car turned from my right and cut a couple of the bicyclists off. We scattered to make room. Some went right, some hit the brakes, I went left... into the trolly tracks...
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Next thing I knew, my front wheel was sliding off the track and I was on the ground. Mortified and confused, I hopped up through my bike over my shoulder (the chain was tweaked) and walked the final 3 blocks to work. Later, I found out I had broken my collarbone and completely cracked my helmet.
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Fast forward one month. I was going to pick up my bike from the shop after taking it following the last accident. I was almost completely healed in my collarbone. I left the bike shop on the bike path, freshly tuned bike and new helmet in tow. Moving slow and methodically, I move towards home. Passing @sportsbasementsf to my right and Crissy Field to my left. It was Friday afternoon around 4 pm. The city was coming to life and the energy was getting frantic...
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Next thing I knew, a car coming from the opposite direction was whipping into the turnoff to go to Crissy Field, no turn signals, no brakes. I was in the middle of the crossing. My collarbone and shoulder connecting with the Subaru, the pop of the collarbone re-breaking still echos in my ears. Less than one week later I was adding to my metal collection. a new 4-inch stainless steel rod in my collarbone and some new screws.
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I don't tell these stories to complain or a throw for pity. But, I want to rally my fellow bike friends. Ride with me. Teach me more about bikes, more about technique, and more about the sport.
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This is my call in hopes of creating a crew of passionate ( & slow riding- for now...) cycling humans.