Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Beijing Winter Morning, Good and bad.

It all started so well.

The morning was beautiful: clear as a bell, crisp and blustery. I was adequately rugged up, and riding through the Beijing morning with the bright yet powerless sun shining through the now barren trees was a feel good moment. I was probably a little too into the moment, as I was riding quickly, enjoying the wind on my face.

Then my shoe caught the ground or the front wheel, and I cartwheeled my bike at speed.

It’s true what they say: slow motion. The first section was me negotiating moving past the bike itself: luckily, I was up on the pegs when this happened, so I pretty smoothly flew over the handlebars as the bike arched up behind me, unhappy that its physics were being changed quickly. The second section was the split second where I was airborne, moving slowly lower as the ground rushed up. The impact was strong and sharp: my left knee and my left hand took the impact pretty much, with a secondary hit up to the lower abdomen where my belt punched into my ROCK HARD underbelly.

I’m ok - in fact, thank goodness it was winter, as I was rugged up to the nines. No ripped jeans, and my brand new jacket took the hit like a champ, with little to no damage. However, RIP my left glove: trooper.

Oh, and apart from a sore knee, I’m all good.