I Got Fucked Up

As you can see, I have a bit of a wound dressing going on my arm at the moment. How did this happen? Well, it was another battle in Pennypack Park. I was coming down a curvy hill I have called Suicide Hill because of it's steepness and sharp turn. A few people are taking up a little more than half the paved surface facing me fixing their baby carriage. Seeing my coming, they do not try and move to a single file, as the rules of the park stipulate. The one guy moves a little and we hit shoulders. I managed to recover, but couldn't pull out the rest of the turn and hit loose debris. For those who don't know, loose debris and road bikes don't mix. I went down, hard. I have multiple wounds up my left arm, hence the dressing. Blood was dripping off my elbow, and down my leg, as I have manged two other wounds on my right leg. I found some large leaves and managed to bleed through two of them before I could get a pick up because my front wheel was bent.

So this is too all those with strollers, dogs, and iPods. Everyone who thinks that paved paths are there for their own enjoyment and no one else matters. They are called bike paths for a reason, and as such you have to be aware and courteous to those around you. I am constantly aware because of my speed of those around me in order to avoid such accidents, but it's not only my responsibility as a biker. There are foot paths in the park that bikes cannot used. Yes they are unpaved, but there you can actually stroll along without anyone bothering you. This is the last time I will give the other person the benefit of the doubt. You can tell who is paying attention and who isn't, and these people weren't, as most don't.