First Commuting Crash!

bromyG

Had my first crash this morning after commuting for six months across central London!

All down to a pedestrian (workman in an orange hard hat!) walking out in front of me. It was on a wet block paved road which resulted in a spectacular sideways skid before my bike and I came adrift.

Fortunately neither the bike, the ped or I were hurt apart from a bruised knee and ego. The workman's foreman did come over and assist me in getting the chain back on the bike and made sure I was OK before letting me continue. He assured me he would speak to his crew and get them to be more careful.

The Rookie

Alls well that ends well.......at least it sounds like people did the right thing.

Simon

medoramas

Congratulations!

phy2sll2

Need to learn the 'jump over the bars and land skidding along the road on your cleats' move. Looks spectacular when confronted with a left hooking car.

bails87

phy2sll2 wrote:

Need to learn the 'jump over the bars and land skidding along the road on your cleats' move. Looks spectacular when confronted with a left hooking car.

Nah, what you really need to do is slide across the bonnet, 70's TV cop style!

rebs

phy2sll2 wrote:

Need to learn the 'jump over the bars and land skidding along the road on your cleats' move. Looks spectacular when confronted with a left hooking car.

Have tried this. But I landed on my face... not nice!

Kieran_Burns

I find your story boring and incomplete. I wish for more. I crave excitement and plot lines.

For example, I would write it thus:

I was feeling good this morning, a good meal and a great night with the the girlfriend had left my blood pumping; so I was giving it some beans on the way in. The roads were damp but clear and I was making really good time; leaving all and sundry reeling in my wake.

I came onto a section of blocked paving that hadn't dried out, so was slick with water; but I was confident of my skills and knew I could handle the treacherous surface with ease.

There were peds on both sides so I was keeping a wary eye on them while negotiating a particularly wet patch that left water spraying and a spreading wake from my slick tyres.

Suddenly: Disaster!

Without looking, this HUGE workman in overalls, hard hat, with a tool belt full of kit and bouncing off his distended belly just steps out. Right in front of me and directly in my path.

I frantically grab handfuls of brake, feel the front wheel slipping away from me so ease off. I transfer the weight to the back and pull the back wheel, now completely locked up, round so I'm now fully sideways on.

I'm spraying water everywhere and the bike is too fast to hold. I'm getting closer and closer to this huge guy who is now frozen in place as I'm careening towards him in a shower of water and curses.

I can't hold the bike and lose it just before I get to him, it flies one way. Me the other; I feel a sharp pain in my knee and know I'm injured; I only hope nothing and no one else is.

I come to a crashing halt, the bike on it's side, the chain adrift. Stunned, I lie there; then I hear running feet more workman are around me, helping me to my feet. One of them, the Supervisor helps me with my bike: we check it over for damage, fortunately there is none beyond the chain which is easily reseated. Only my knee is badly bruised, stiff with pain but I can carry on.

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

My first crash, not my fault, but a lesson learned.




How's that?

jonginge

rebs wrote:

phy2sll2 wrote:

Need to learn the 'jump over the bars and land skidding along the road on your cleats' move. Looks spectacular when confronted with a left hooking car.

Have tried this. But I landed on my face... not nice!

Heh. I was going to write the exact same thing.

notsoblue

Kieran_Burns wrote:

I find your story boring and incomplete. I wish for more. I crave excitement and plot lines.

For example, I would write it thus:

I was feeling good this morning, a good meal and a great night with the the girlfriend had left my blood pumping; so I was giving it some beans on the way in. The roads were damp but clear and I was making really good time; leaving all and sundry reeling in my wake.

I came onto a section of blocked paving that hadn't dried out, so was slick with water; but I was confident of my skills and knew I could handle the treacherous surface with ease.

There were peds on both sides so I was keeping a wary eye on them while negotiating a particularly wet patch that left water spraying and a spreading wake from my slick tyres.

Suddenly: Disaster!

Without looking, this HUGE workman in overalls, hard hat, with a tool belt full of kit and bouncing off his distended belly just steps out. Right in front of me and directly in my path.

I frantically grab handfuls of brake, feel the front wheel slipping away from me so ease off. I transfer the weight to the back and pull the back wheel, now completely locked up, round so I'm now fully sideways on.

I'm spraying water everywhere and the bike is too fast to hold. I'm getting closer and closer to this huge guy who is now frozen in place as I'm careening towards him in a shower of water and curses.

I can't hold the bike and lose it just before I get to him, it flies one way. Me the other; I feel a sharp pain in my knee and know I'm injured; I only hope nothing and no one else is.

I come to a crashing halt, the bike on it's side, the chain adrift. Stunned, I lie there; then I hear running feet more workman are around me, helping me to my feet. One of them, the Supervisor helps me with my bike: we check it over for damage, fortunately there is none beyond the chain which is easily reseated. Only my knee is badly bruised, stiff with pain but I can carry on.

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

My first crash, not my fault, but a lesson learned.




How's that?

BRAVO!

Libraio

BRAVO!

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The man on the left looks like he´s stroking a pet aligator or something...

Cafewanda

K_B you should write for a newspaper or magazine, or how about 'Enders?

Stiff_Orange

Kieran_Burns wrote:

I find your story boring and incomplete. I wish for more. I crave excitement and plot lines.

For example, I would write it thus:

I was feeling good this morning, a good meal and a great night with the the girlfriend had left my blood pumping; so I was giving it some beans on the way in. The roads were damp but clear and I was making really good time; leaving all and sundry reeling in my wake.

I came onto a section of blocked paving that hadn't dried out, so was slick with water; but I was confident of my skills and knew I could handle the treacherous surface with ease.

There were peds on both sides so I was keeping a wary eye on them while negotiating a particularly wet patch that left water spraying and a spreading wake from my slick tyres.

Suddenly: Disaster!

Without looking, this HUGE workman in overalls, hard hat, with a tool belt full of kit and bouncing off his distended belly just steps out. Right in front of me and directly in my path.

I frantically grab handfuls of brake, feel the front wheel slipping away from me so ease off. I transfer the weight to the back and pull the back wheel, now completely locked up, round so I'm now fully sideways on.

I'm spraying water everywhere and the bike is too fast to hold. I'm getting closer and closer to this huge guy who is now frozen in place as I'm careening towards him in a shower of water and curses.

I can't hold the bike and lose it just before I get to him, it flies one way. Me the other; I feel a sharp pain in my knee and know I'm injured; I only hope nothing and no one else is.

I come to a crashing halt, the bike on it's side, the chain adrift. Stunned, I lie there; then I hear running feet more workman are around me, helping me to my feet. One of them, the Supervisor helps me with my bike: we check it over for damage, fortunately there is none beyond the chain which is easily reseated. Only my knee is badly bruised, stiff with pain but I can carry on.

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

My first crash, not my fault, but a lesson learned.




How's that?

Can be bothered to read all that, when will the movie be out?

Keith1983

I never realised you worked for the Daily Mail Kieran! Or maybe you should create your own publication and call it the Daily Male?

bromyG

Kieran - absolutely brilliant!!!

I didn't know you were there watching it all happen! Lol

rolf_f

Kieran_Burns wrote:

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

Sorry, you have the OP sliding into a crowd of builders and don't finish on a classic Brokeback moment? What a wasted opportunity!

Kieran_Burns

Rolf F wrote:

Kieran_Burns wrote:

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

Sorry, you have the OP sliding into a crowd of builders and don't finish on a classic Brokeback moment? What a wasted opportunity!

My original draft had more scene setting with the g/f from the night before, but I realised I was fantasising too much and edited it out

bromyG

Just hope the wife isn't reading all this talk about my 'girlfriend' from last night!

Kieran_Burns

bromyG wrote:

Just hope the wife isn't reading all this talk about my 'girlfriend' from last night!

That was one of the plot options.....

8)

mossychops

Kieran_Burns wrote:

How's that?

I reckon if your boss ever googles your name and end up at the forums, you're in for the sack! Hope that's not your real name you're using!

CiB

mossychops wrote:

Kieran_Burns wrote:

How's that?

I reckon if your boss ever googles your name and end up at the forums, you're in for the sack! Hope that's not your real name you're using!

I know who his boss is. Busy today Mr Burns?

Kieran_Burns

CiB wrote:

mossychops wrote:

Kieran_Burns wrote:

How's that?

I reckon if your boss ever googles your name and end up at the forums, you're in for the sack! Hope that's not your real name you're using!

I know who his boss is. Busy today Mr Burns?

Always am!

That was done offline and only actually took 5 mins to do.

The Ors

Kieran_Burns wrote:

Rolf F wrote:

Kieran_Burns wrote:

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

Sorry, you have the OP sliding into a crowd of builders and don't finish on a classic Brokeback moment? What a wasted opportunity!

My original draft had more scene setting with the g/f from the night before, but I realised I was fantasising too much and edited it out

Kieran_Burns wrote:

bromyG wrote:

Just hope the wife isn't reading all this talk about my 'girlfriend' from last night!

That was one of the plot options.....

8)

Deleted scenes option -> 'Play All'

Please...

Ride hard

The Ors wrote:

Kieran_Burns wrote:

Rolf F wrote:

Kieran_Burns wrote:

To the apologies of the workman and assurances of retribution from the Supervisor I cycle away. The road ahead is now quiet, the street behind me silent save for the naked anger of the Supervisor as he disciplines his unruly staff.

Sorry, you have the OP sliding into a crowd of builders and don't finish on a classic Brokeback moment? What a wasted opportunity!

My original draft had more scene setting with the g/f from the night before, but I realised I was fantasising too much and edited it out

Kieran_Burns wrote:

bromyG wrote:

Just hope the wife isn't reading all this talk about my 'girlfriend' from last night!

That was one of the plot options.....

8)

Deleted scenes option -> 'Play All'

Please...

The Director's cut is always the one to go for

@Keiran_Burns - very imaginative. I'll be looking out for you in your lycra dinner jacket and trousers at next year's Oscars.