But sometimes you have to go to the hospital and the bike shop first.
Yep, crashed last night. Lost control while moving from the bike lane to the sidewalk. Brought the bike upright and would have been fine. Except for that pole to keep cars from driving onto the sidewalk. Hit that, hit the ground. Confirmed that the phrase "seeing stars" is true. Laid on my back and spoke with some passers-by, confirming that I could breath and move everything. Got up quickly, felt alright, except must have banged my head after my body hit the ground. This is an advertisement for bike helmets. If you don't wear one already, please start now. That's not the first time my bike helmet has probably saved my life, or my future mobility, and there wasn't even another vehicle involved in the accident. Good Samaritan biker walked with me for a while to confirm I was alright. I've fallen before, and I could tell I'd be a little sore the next day, but that's it. I just felt so confused, and since I had bumped my helmet on the ground and saw stars, I went to the E.R. just to be safe. They checked me out quickly and sent me home to take some tylenol. My employer encouraged me to stay home from work today. Slept 5 hours this morning/afternoon and feel like a new man. Now off to the bike shop to have my front brake repaired. It got mashed in the process. Just goes to show, you can never predict an accident, and I'm grateful for recovering so quickly. And the bike repair time gives me some time to just relax and get back to 100% before riding again.
**update - photos added 12/10/2007**
I passed by the site again yesterday on my training ride.
Here's the brigade of poles that took me out. Specifically the last one in the row:
And here's a close up of the lip and grit that knocked me out of control:
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