My dear leggings are no more. I guess the blood and the dirt could be washed away, but not the nasty holes. And now I'm still trying to decide whether or not I like the six year old look with a big plaster on my knee.
I always take the bike (unless it's icy) to the metro when in a hurry. The slope down to the path at the lake shore is steep and ends by a sharp turn (there are funny stories of people falling into the water, but I've yet to witness that for real). There are gravels and small rocks. Everytime I take that turn I'm briefly thinking about slowing down since I'm often on the point of not making it.
Apparently I didn't make it this time. So I went into a skid and fell. It didn't even hurt at first (too much adrenalin from freaking out over the meeting). I was just pissed off by the holes on my leggings, and because of the delay. Normally I'm not pissed in public, at least not to the point of cursing loudly. But today I was for about 20 seconds. Then I went back home and tried to wash away the blood (why don't scrapes stop bleeding? and why do they have to be so gross?), put on a plaster and changed into darker leggings. And off we went again, Lina and her bike. But this time we chose another slope.
Now my knee hurts (hope I didn't break it - but I'm too young and supple for that, right?). And during the day, while doing lots of walking around sunny Stockholm, I realised that I hit my elbow, foot and hands as well. But I'm quite ok, except for the loss of my dear leggings, and so is my bike. We're looking forward to many pleasant, healthy, speedy, ecofriendly, economical and nice rides together. If I wasn't such a chicken (I call it instinct of self-preservation) we could try falling into the water instead of just doing a small skid next time. But I think we prefer staying away from that slope for a while.
