Sunday, April 13, was a beautiful day here in the northern Piedmont - sunny, a nice breeze, and temperatures in the upper 70s - too nice to stay inside. So Kali and decided to take our first bike ride of the year on the Delaware and Raritan Canal State Park towpath trail that parallels the Delaware Rive in New Jersey north of Trenton.
The day was perfect and the ride was great until just before the end. This winter's ice storms had brought down a lot of woody debris alongside the path that the state park folks had not yet had a chance to clear.
Because the day was so nice, there were a lot of riders. I was following closely behind Kali, who moved toward the verge of the path to give oncoming riders room to pass. Kali's bike caught the end of a branch alongside the trail, but didn't interfere with her ride. However, the branch snapped back and became entangled in my front wheel's spokes.
The bike (and I) went down unceremoniously and I slid, mostly face-first, toward the Delaware River over a steep embankment with a thick growth of multiflora roses. Fortunately, I was wearing my helmet (as I always do) and only got scratches and scrapes. Oh, and I jarred my neck a bit, too, which is still stiff today. But, all in all, it could have been worse.
|Looks worse than it is|