- Dec 5, 2017
So glad you survived that experience. Last summer, my son was biking up one of those steep hilly roads outside of Boulder, CO, and witnessed a terrible, fatal accident with a cyclist flying down the road. It had a huge effect on his riding, as he learned from someone else's tragedy that bike safety is no joke.I once went skidding down Independence Pass on my side at around 30 mph and almost under a moving car that managed to stop at the last minute. My bike was mangled (the tire had popped off the rim), but I came out of it with only a broken thumb, lots of road rash, and some damaged nerves on my hip. It's funny how a brush with one's mortality can slow you down, in a good way. I'll never get over looking up at that car's bumper mere inches from my head. That was the beginning of a transition to 100% hiking/walking and slowing down and enjoying smelling the roses. I sometimes miss my bike, but not enough to get another one.