Flying face first onto chipseal

May 13 2015 ·2

I’ve lost count of all the highsides, lowsides and endos on my cyclocross and mountain bikes. All that’s lost is maybe a little skin and possibly some bar tape. Not a big deal. After a few days the memory of the crash becomes vague and joins the memory montage of hitting the dirt with a thud and a grunt before dusting myself off and continuing on my way.

These accidents have always occurred on dirt though, and never asphalt, which I thought about as we pedaled along on a windy but otherwise pleasant Sunday a few weeks ago. Funny how well my road bike always works, I thought to myself, yet my ‘cross bikes and my mountain bikes are always in the shop. Oh, duh, I never crash this bike. And with that I rubbed wheels with the bike in front of me and went flying face first onto the chipseal at 35 miles per hour.