Lately I’ve been riding my mountain bike to work. It’s really been great. I love it, other than the fact that I can never seem to get to work at a decent time (ok, maybe I love that too). The ride in is quite the workout as it’s pretty much all uphill. Which means, the ride home is… fun, really really fun.

Between my excitement to be off, and my excitement to be riding.. and my excitement to be riding downhill.. I get a little too excited sometimes. Yesterday was one of those days. MacbookPro on back, clipped into my pedals, I braved the hill. Screaming down Lady street was I.

“Oh, there’s a bump in the road?” I thought to myself.

“No problem, I’ll ease back over my rear wheel and let the bump bring up my front wheel. Then, I’ll ride it out.”

Usually, this goes without incident, mind you. Yesterday however, things were different. Perhaps I wasn’t used to the added weight of the Macbook on my back, causing my case to swing like a pendulum behind me.. pulling me farther and farther back, all while causing me to simultaneously lose balance. It was then that the park bench came into view. I was fighting to gain back control of the bike, but I couldn’t maneuver its front wheel back to the ground. Gravity had taken over. My bike slammed into the bench, throwing me sideways. Clipped in tight, my bike came up and over with me. The Macbook? It raced in an arc over my head, strap in hand, my eyes on the prize. In an effort to save the Macbook from certain death, I allowed my hip to slam into the top of the far side of the bench. Thousands of traffic laden eyes watched in entertainment as I picked myself off the ground and untangled my handle bars. Like a kid with a trophy, I smiled ear to ear. Epic, truly epic. 

There’s a nice pic of my bruise below. Good stuff, indeed.

Park Bench Bruise