Elsewhere in this edition is a Safety article providing perspective on this crash.
We learn different ways, but one of the best is first-hand experience. Consequently we are sharing the story of this crash from a recent weekend ride and hope it is a learning moment. The author has requested anonymity.
I crashed on the bike path on Saturday. Here is how it (and I) went down.
A group of us had a nice ride out to Concord / Carlisle and decided to head back to Lexington to get a sandwich.
We hopped on the bike bath in Lexington for a short while to get to the lunch destination. I remember putting my hands up on my bars (from the hoods) to relax a bit. I pulled up next to Greg and we chatted. There were multiple riders riding side by side in front of us and riders in an orderly fashion coming towards us and passing no problem.
What happened next took place in a matter of seconds which accidents often do.
I then noticed a blob of riders (2/3 abreast) coming towards me, one coming over into my lane. I was riding on the inside. Greg riding on the shoulder. I saw a potential clipping of handlebars so I steered right to avoid contact and stopped pedaling, I then yelled "F*CK" as my overcorrection pointed my front wheel at an angle towards Greg's back wheel. I felt helpless, which is not a good feeling on a bike! Why did I feel helpless? Because I couldn't brake, my hands were on the bars, not on the hoods. And my steering ability was not as good without hands on the hoods.
So I hit Greg's back wheel and I went down. Boom. Helmet, hip, shoulder, and knee took the impact, and the bike appears to be ok. Helmet needs to be replaced - but it did what it was supposed to do. And thankfully I didn't take anyone down with me.
Anyway, one of the persons who was in that group that strayed into my lane circled back to apologize - but I own this - not riding with hands on the hood. This could have been avoided had I had the ability to brake and steer better. Thanks to my _____ ride mates who were there and made sure I wasn't too quick to try to get back up on the horse so to speak. And thanks to Greg for skipping the lunch sandwich and making sure I rode home safely.
That's it - stay safe out there and keep the rubber side down!