Heading home from a lovely city ride, both wheels on my Bike Friday suddenly went into a surface crack in the road, one after the other, and stuck. I popped the front wheel out O.K., but the back wheel kept trying to throw me into parked cars.
I finally got out of the rut just as I broadsided a parked car, sliding along and bouncing back and forth off its side, which finally catapulted me into the back of a van sticking out into the road - and that took me down in not quite slow motion. I almost pulled it out. Almost.
Wham. Wham. Blam!
It didn't hurt me, except I hit the back of my helmet pretty hard on the pavement, enough to see stars, but no L.O.C. I popped right back up, with a string of cars easing by me, passengers asking if I needed help. Both brake levers were shoved in, easily fixed. The mirror broke. I was on Steiner, maybe just past Ellis. I thought of stopping by Judy's in Opera Plaza, but I felt fine. Bike worked fine. So I trooped on home, no worse for the wear. Well, there'll be a few new bruises and a bit of road rash in odd places, and probably a stiff neck tomorrow.
It must have been a spectacular sight from behind, with no obvious explanation. I told everyone my wheel had been trapped in a crack as they went by me; I'd hate to have them think I just went spastic and ran into parked cars for no reason!