Black ice. Did anyone see me wipe out some time before 8:00 this morning? The first thing I remember is standing on the corner talking to a concerned driver (female) and concerned cyclist (male). I have no idea how all the scattered pieces of my helmet lights got into one of my coat pockets, How my banged-up bike got on the sidewalk I don’t know, either. I thank anyone who stopped to help.
How long was I out? I was obviously talking before I was fully conscious (no jokes here, please, I know my mouth has a mind of its own). Anyone know anything? I imagine it was another of my single-vehicle crashes, but was I trying to slow down because I saw someone in or near the intersection? Was I just being civilized or law-abiding and slowing down for a stop?
The CT scan looked OK, but I’d still like to know what happened in those 15 or so minutes.
Dunno when I’m getting back on the bike.
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