On a whim, in the middle of the night, I registered online for the MS100. I hadn't been on a bike in 15 years and had 3 1/2 weeks to get ready for it. In my second week of training we(16 extended family) were vacationing on LBI, a couple blocks from the southern end. I decided to ride the island each day I could, 36 miles round trip.
One day, my Brother-in-law rode with me, pulled me a bit and gave some pointers. He would alternate checking on me and racing ahead(I was slow as SH**). Towards the end, he waited for me to catch up, then let me lead the last mile to the lighthouse as he toured the area.
At the entrance to the park, I pulled over to stop and went to put my foot out... damn! Toe clips! Stuck feet. Holding tight to the grips in fear, I fell with the bike, tucked and rolled and ended up flat on my back with my feet straight up in the air, bike still attached, wheels spinning!
What a sight!!
People waiting at the snack bar came to see if I was OK. "Yep, fine."
Asked if I wanted something to drink... "No thanks, I've got water right here..."
I escaped that one with just a jammed elbow and a bruised ego... no scratches, no blood.
(I meant to do that
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