Reggie, 1590 days ago
That's what I said when I realized my personal bike had been stolen.
My daughter said "let's ride bikes to school daddy" sure let me go get the bikes. I went to the basement and unlocked the door got her bike out and realized mine was not there, oh it's at the shop I figured. You can ride daddy will try to keep up with you and made it into a joke. A short time later I opened up the shop got things in order and then I remembered oh yeah my bike. And that's when I said it " Mother Fucker it's gone!" I had just joined the club. Kinda like being jumped into a gang, except my homies were not beating the tar out of me and I had not volunteered for this. This club is made up of a few different kinds of people. Some are the"it won't happen to me, my cable lock is fine" type, others are " people steal bikes here" ? type, and then there is the group I fall into"I dont put my bikes in a situation where they can be stolen , and if I do I lock them up really well." Well that's what i used to say.
This time I realized "I had really screwed up this time", a popular saying in my house to make the other person laugh. I'm not even sure where or when or even how it happened. But I think it went down like this:
A few days earlier I had realized my commute bike had been left at my shop for almost a week, man I need to ride in I thought I had needed to drive several time for different reason in the previous week. So I grabbed the ole' bike and put it in my van drove it home, parked on the street out front, and promptly got distracted or who knows, but I think I left it in my locked van. The next day I see my door is unlocked and I think thats wierd I always lock up, looked like nothing was missing , so off the work. Then a few days later My daughter said " daddy let's ride bikes to school" and , well you already know the rest of my story. So I made a list of how much I actually had invested in my "rain/commute bike" Well safe to say it was a lot more than I had realized. Lots of the stuff I had collected over the years and can not be replaced, but more than that it just plain old makes you mad! Its just not cool.
The worst part is, bike people fuel this trade, buy buying used stuff at 'A good deal" off craigs list and ebay and under bridges where people can buy a used bike for really cheap. So next time you buying parts or a whole bike off of some source that is less the reputable you may be buying my stolen stuff, or worse yet your own.
So last week I figured the local jumps by my house were finally dry enough to go hit. This was the monday after easter sunday. So me and this new guy from my shop (billy aka bigfoot, a former employee of spooky cycles ) got there around 3pm or so. The weather was good, high 40's. This was Billy's first time at these jumps. so we hit the little set a few times , billy fell coming back over the little set, he had just hit them and was coming back in the wrong direction, and just bailed screwing around. No harm done a small cut on one of his hands , of course he was not wearing any gloves because as he told me, " I ain't got none," and his helmet was held together on one of the straps with a zip tie.
So I have gloves on and my helmet is not held together with a zip tie , and I had been to these jumps a lot, since they are 5 minutes from my house. So I hit the big set of 5 jumps, skipping tha last 2 as most people do, because of some crappy berms that connect them. (On a side note, I plan to rearrange these crappy berms and the last 2 jumps to make them in a straight line so I don't have to skip them anymore.) So that is what I was thinking of, just flowing over a couple of jumps. Then about 3 or so runs later, over the bigger set (I was pretty high according to Big Foot), I came down a little cock-eyed. No big deal, everything looked like it would be fine.
Well, from what I was told, my front tire slipped on the landing, and I managed to land on the left side of my head/helmet. I didn't get knocked out, but I did make some funny faces when I got up. Billy told me I looked like I had just hatched out of some kind of egg (I don't know what that means either). The first thing I remember was asking Billy, "what jump did I crash over?" Billy told me " the second one, and that's the second time you asked me that question, I'm starting to get worried about you, maybe you should go to the hospital..." I told him I was fine. Then I continued asking him the same question over and over for the next five or ten minutes, finally proclaiming "I think I have a concussion."
I don't remember anything 5 minutes before or after the crash. I believe my self-diagnosis was correct. It was later confirmed by my less-than-happy 8-month-plus pregnant doctor-wife that the headache, memory loss, and ringing in my ears were indeed signs of a concussion and possibly some bleeding in my skull. Turns out I made it through the night, so we dont think there was any bleeding...
Now it's the next monday, a week later, and we hope to get out to the jumps to start all over again, but we may get rained out.
Moral of the story: wear your helmet all the time.