Planned workout:
13 miles tempo to very hard group ride, tempo home + extra miles.
Actual workout:
Overslept alarm by one hr, rushed to meet Cause For Alarm (up and ready to rock ahead of schedule), rode at LT/VO2 max pace for 40 minutes which got us to ride just as group was two blocks ahead of us--and hauling ass.
While they rolled red lights en masse we kept getting stuck at reds a few streets back. We had finally bridged all the way up to the stragglers just as they squeezed a lemon about to turn red. We were maybe 20 feet from the light and i surveyed the intersection: two major streets, cars ready to floor it as soon as light changed.
I slowed and as i hit the red turned right planning to ride down block, u-turn, then go right at intersection to chase now disappearing group.
As i went right the Cause For Alarm plowed into me at full speed like an angry water buffalo warding off a predator. I got spun out and went flying backwards towards pavement landing hard on left ass cheek then smacking the back of my head against the ground hard.
Hit ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me and i doubled over and scooted up to the curb unsure if my tailbone was fucked up feeling like i was moments from shitting in my bike shorts.
I looked over and noticed Cause still down in intersection and verbally motivated him to get out of traffic and onto sidewalk. His damage was worse--shredded jersey, flayed elbow, fucked up bike, but we were both fine, mere flesh wounds. Then we had a laugh.
It must have looked like a terrible wreck because none of the cars at the intersection moved, motorists rolled down windows to make sure we were ok, peds asked if we were ok, etc.
All good, just another adventure on two wheels in the big city.
Wear a helmet or you're a fucking moron, by the way. We both would have left some brain on the pavement if we weren't wearing ours. Instead we got to have a laugh and go grab coffee.
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