WheelieSchatz Wipeout (or, Rage Cycles to the rescue!)
If anything proves the folly of hubris, it's riding a bike again after nearly 20 years. Sure, my confidence has improved since those first rocky weeks , and I've begun to think of my bike not only as my main form of transportation, but a perfectly natural one as well. I'm confident enough to kind of tilt a bit for fun when coasting (because I'm basically still a 10-year-old, in case you couldn't tell), often ride with just one hand and am far more confident about stopping. Still, that's not to say I'm not still adjusting. About a month and a half ago (Life's been busy, so obviously I'm way behind on my blog) I got cocky and paid the price. So did WheelieSchatz. I was riding off a mini-curb that couldn't be more than three inches high into a parking lot. The parking spaces had curb stops but I thought, " Pshaw, I can slip through those, easy. I'm like a master bicyclist now, right? " Except not. Perhaps inevitably, I missed t...