Regarding bodily injury
As it turns out, I'm good to go. No breakage, only bruising and some aching, especially my hand. By now almost nothing. It's nice to know you can fall past fifty and not break into a million pieces. I hope that continues. Not the falling, the surviving part. Gotta keep taking those calcium pills, just in case. Every morning, every night. No shrinking bones for this girl.
There's only so much you can do, though. You can wear all the safety equipment known to man but you can't live in a glass bubble. I'm not giving up my bicycle ways as long as I can still move.
On the other hand, at least I'm not out there climbing some damn mountain, wearing a sign that says "kill me" like certain friends of mine. Get a clue people. Notice how no one lives up there? Ever wonder why? Not fit for humans, perhaps? Don't come crying to me when you fall into a crevasse. Duh. I coulda told you that would happen. In fact I did tell you. I've told all my friends of that ilk. But oh no, let's go put ourselves in mortal danger when we could be curled up in front of the fireplace at home with a good book. Next thing you know it's all over the news and millions of dollars are being spent and still more lives being risked in order to rescue them. And all your loved ones are suspended in cruel agony while they await the outcome.
And then of course there's bungie-jumping. You won't trust your car to a mechanic without all the credentials and references in the world, but you'll hand over fifty bucks to some 22-year old stranger, for the service of tying a large rubber band around your feet and presumably making sure it's not too long, so that you can dive head first off a cliff. Can the guy do knots? Can he do math? Does he know to figure in that if you're heavier than the last guy, you're going to want a shorter rubber band? Does anyone know how much that rubber band has been used already?
Woe. I didn't mean to get off on such a rant. Getting back to cycling, I have a survey question for you other bikers out there. This is my fifth wipe-out since I started this bike commuting malarkey three years ago. Do you think that's high? I guess what I really want to know (or do I?) is: "Is it me? Or is it just.... the way it is out there?" (Couch potatoes need not reply.)