Beautiful clear crisp day.

So I crashed again. It happens from time to time. Luckily i am able to learn from these nonfatal incidents.

 

Taking a normal sweep around the wide traffic circle at the bottom of Prospect Park, Brooklyn, I move to enter the entrance.

 

I need to swerve because of a puddle with rubble around it. All of the surface is loose, wait a minute.

 

I slow to merely fast and widen my arc to maintain traction. I plan to go thru the opening between steel fences. The road is loose, I get between the steel but see thin tabs poking out of the sides of both. One gets my handlebar.

 

Pebble rubble makes the front tire easy to kick out. Quickly it is out from under me. I flow upon my angular momentum and rotate my body with it. Instinctively knowing to land on a flat shoulder blade, in this type of trajectory, I smack onto my back, protecting the cranium from pavement. Grinding, spinning, stop.

 

I traveled quite some distance. I couldn’t quite inhale yet, but I didn’t break my phone. Getting up and shaking off the pain to arrive at consciousness, I notice all the roadway in the park has been ground off; looks like in preparation for new pavement. Today’s surprise.

View of Prospect Park entrance where the pavement turned to gravel, and the unoptically overreaching steel fences which knocked me down.

View of Prospect Park entrance where the pavement turned to gravel, and the unoptically overreaching steel fences which knocked me down.

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