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.