I'll preface the preface by saying "don't worry, we made it to the gas station."... And...
I'll preface this story by saying. "So you know how my bike doesn't like to start sometimes?"
Well, I was going on my first long ride since I got ol' Lucy all the way back together. And more importantly, it was my first ride since I broke my knee.
James and I were gonna take a scoot to PA to pick up a part for his car. A good excuse and in the right direction for a leisurely scoot.
I was nervous. It had been on crutches a month ago. I was nervous about the bike falling apart on the road...or crashing. So, I packed my toolboxes full of tools, and packed myself into 2 pairs of pants to go for 150 mile ride in December. The "outer pants" had a broken zipper and were too big, but good for use as "outer pants".
The ride went well, but right about the time we are getting off of our exit, on the way home, my bike stalled at the stop light as I was explaining to james how I can't wait to get to the gas station up ahead to unload a #1 and a #2. Riding in cold weather is a dietetic and a diuretic.
The bike would not start. We sat at the front of the line through three light cycles trying to no avail. There was road construction across the intersection with a coned off area I thought I could push the bike to and get myself off the road. So I hopped off as the light turned red and started to push the bike to the safety area.
Halfway across the road I realize my pants had fallen down. Now you know, you can't pull your pants up when you have fistfuls of handlebars. So, I waddled across the intersection like that, while trying to slow the bike down. When I finally got to the safety area, I couldn't flip the kickstand down because I couldn't get my legs far enough apart to actuate that precise and athletic movement that all of you take for granted. When I did finally get the kickstand down, I tripped on the curb and fell on my ass next to my broken bike with my pants around my ankles, nearly soiling myself while onlooking motorists, constructions workers and my good buddy, James watched...and laughed.
Great first ride back, though. Sometimes life has a way of humbling the hell out of you. In these circumstances, I've found that the best thing to do is laugh at yourself, because everyone else is gonna laugh at you anyway.