Puddle of Gravel “Who the @#!$ leaves a huge pile of gravel in the middle of the road? Why can’t they ever maintain these roads?” (says the good samaritan who stopped to help me).
I wondered that myself. Well, I would have if I wasn’t in a daze of sorts. My back wheel had just slid out on, literally, a puddle of gravel and some guy had stopped to help me get my bike back up. In fact, he was so fast at it that Andrew, following close behind me, never even had time to park and get off his bike to be the first to help. Thanks to this kind stranger for being so quick to help out! It was such bad luck that I had to drive right into the gravel puddle. You see, it didn’t cover the whole road. As I was trying to ensure that I didn’t cut Andrew off, I stayed in my left track. I saw that there was gravel on the road, but still ended up driving through it. Luckily, I was going very slow - I imagine things would have been a lot worse at even just a slightly higher speed.
Although I wear my leather jacket 99.9% of the time, I decided not to put it back on before leaving Merrickville and heading to Smiths Falls earlier that evening. So, as a result, I have a cute patch of road rash on my elbow. Now, this is going to sound strange, but despite the nice scab I’m getting now, I am actually glad it happened that way. You see, my coat and Andrew’s were in my saddlebags, so when the bike landed on its side (on me), the filled bags cushioned the fall. The bike thus didn’t crush me as bad, and the body work was saved from scratches. The only damage to the bike was some scratches on the hand guard and mirror on the right side, and a broken buckle on the saddlebag. |
