SimFox3
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Hi Everyone,
Yesterday I went on a group ride which resulted in my first crash. Just to introduce my self, I'm 21/m and I have less then < 1000 miles experience (1.5 months)
Epiphany: 4/6/06
If you want to skip to the gory action part, go to "Stage 5: Epiphany"
* Note that this story is a "little" embellished
* The story itself was told from the perspective as it was being played out. Comments in "{}" (braces) are thoughts/feelings I had "at" that time. Comments in "[]" (brackets) are thoughts/feelings that I have NOW.
Actors: Larry (bpowa), Fred (fred-dogg), Chris (EastCoastRidah), Narrator -> Saad (SimFox3)
Stage 1: Staging Area
Location: Capbucks: Capital Expy & Tully Rd
Time: 11:00 am
I joined Larry and Fred at Capbucks a little after 11:00 am. We had already introduced ourselves last week so no need for that "Hi my name is Bob, my favorite color is blue, bla bla bla" crap. I met Chris a few minutes later and then we waited for a South Bay Rider rider who never showed up :later. However, while we were waiting Chris asked some nearby riders if they wanted to join us up to Mt. Hamilton; but they were too scared.. {damn newbs } [damn vets].
Anyway, we got tired of waiting for the SBR so we headed out to Mt. Hamilton"
Stage 2: "Oh Shit!"
Location: Mt. Hamilton
Time: 12:30 pm??
Chris and Fred were gunning through the Mt. Hamilton while Larry and I were riding a little behind. The pace was near my comfort threshold, so any faster and I probably would not have followed at the same pace [at least I hope I would not have].
Just a couple minor "oh shit" moments:
1) Near the beginning of Mt. Hamilton we all were gunning through it. I had been up this road before with Larry so I was going fast [way tooo fast for my comfort zone now]. One of the sharp turns I ‘foot dragged’" Don’t know if I am stipulating a word or not, but my left foot was draaagggiiin on the ground! Had I panicked and straightened the bike I would have ran right of the cliff (unfortunately no hand glider installed on the bike :teeth).
2) I was closely following Larry when his bald-rear tire skidded on gravel in a hairpin turn; I got nervous and started braking in the turn. To regain control we both had to push off our feet. Chris was sweeping and I could only imagine him snickering "NEWB" .
Yesterday I went on a group ride which resulted in my first crash. Just to introduce my self, I'm 21/m and I have less then < 1000 miles experience (1.5 months)
Epiphany: 4/6/06
If you want to skip to the gory action part, go to "Stage 5: Epiphany"
* Note that this story is a "little" embellished
* The story itself was told from the perspective as it was being played out. Comments in "{}" (braces) are thoughts/feelings I had "at" that time. Comments in "[]" (brackets) are thoughts/feelings that I have NOW.
Actors: Larry (bpowa), Fred (fred-dogg), Chris (EastCoastRidah), Narrator -> Saad (SimFox3)
Stage 1: Staging Area
Location: Capbucks: Capital Expy & Tully Rd
Time: 11:00 am
I joined Larry and Fred at Capbucks a little after 11:00 am. We had already introduced ourselves last week so no need for that "Hi my name is Bob, my favorite color is blue, bla bla bla" crap. I met Chris a few minutes later and then we waited for a South Bay Rider rider who never showed up :later. However, while we were waiting Chris asked some nearby riders if they wanted to join us up to Mt. Hamilton; but they were too scared.. {damn newbs } [damn vets].
Anyway, we got tired of waiting for the SBR so we headed out to Mt. Hamilton"
Stage 2: "Oh Shit!"
Location: Mt. Hamilton
Time: 12:30 pm??
Chris and Fred were gunning through the Mt. Hamilton while Larry and I were riding a little behind. The pace was near my comfort threshold, so any faster and I probably would not have followed at the same pace [at least I hope I would not have].
Just a couple minor "oh shit" moments:
1) Near the beginning of Mt. Hamilton we all were gunning through it. I had been up this road before with Larry so I was going fast [way tooo fast for my comfort zone now]. One of the sharp turns I ‘foot dragged’" Don’t know if I am stipulating a word or not, but my left foot was draaagggiiin on the ground! Had I panicked and straightened the bike I would have ran right of the cliff (unfortunately no hand glider installed on the bike :teeth).
2) I was closely following Larry when his bald-rear tire skidded on gravel in a hairpin turn; I got nervous and started braking in the turn. To regain control we both had to push off our feet. Chris was sweeping and I could only imagine him snickering "NEWB" .
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