This is a $12,000 bike!
He'd just "wiped out" on a sand-dusted L-shaped turn. I saw him, picking himself up. Blood streamed down his legs and from his elbows.
Can you move your shoulder? Your knee?
He bent his joints and back and nodded. At least you're OK, I assured him. Go home, take a rest. You're probably not hurt, but you're in shock.
He pointed to his $200 saddle, torn in the rear. Then he jerked his bike to the right and looked for damage. At least I didn't scratch the bike. Honestly, I'm worried about that than my body. I paid $12,000 for it.
Other riders passed. I alerted them to the sand "trap." One rider asked if the guy on the $12,000 S-Works carbon-fiber wonder was OK. He nodded. I picked up a piece of something. That's from my front shifter, he said. It's a little plastic thing, but Shimano'll probably charge me $100 for it.
Then he tried to route the chain back on to the larger chainring by starting at the bottom and spinning the pedal backward. But it wouldn't go. I noticed that it was stopping at something that looked like some sort of chain guide on the seat tube. He affirmed that, indeed, the comma-shaped plastic pi6ece served that purpose. Electronic shifting is great, except at times like this, he exclaimed.
I've never worked on such a system before, but I suggested that he try threading the chain through the guide and rotating the crank as if he were pedaling. It worked. Well, it meant that he could use only his large chainring, but it was OK to get me home, he said. I'm going to bring it to my mechanic.
More riders passed us. I don't want to keep you from your ride, he said. Are you feeling OK? Can you see clearly? He nodded twice.
I guess I'm lucky. I wasn't wearing my helmet. He glanced at it. But look--it was cracked on the rear. I know I'm stupid: It's a $300 helmet.
Note: I actually encountered this rider the other day as I descended the ramp from the Veterans' Memorial Bridge to the Rockaways. All of the dialogue is real, at least as best as I recall it.
He'd just "wiped out" on a sand-dusted L-shaped turn. I saw him, picking himself up. Blood streamed down his legs and from his elbows.
Can you move your shoulder? Your knee?
He bent his joints and back and nodded. At least you're OK, I assured him. Go home, take a rest. You're probably not hurt, but you're in shock.
He pointed to his $200 saddle, torn in the rear. Then he jerked his bike to the right and looked for damage. At least I didn't scratch the bike. Honestly, I'm worried about that than my body. I paid $12,000 for it.
Other riders passed. I alerted them to the sand "trap." One rider asked if the guy on the $12,000 S-Works carbon-fiber wonder was OK. He nodded. I picked up a piece of something. That's from my front shifter, he said. It's a little plastic thing, but Shimano'll probably charge me $100 for it.
Then he tried to route the chain back on to the larger chainring by starting at the bottom and spinning the pedal backward. But it wouldn't go. I noticed that it was stopping at something that looked like some sort of chain guide on the seat tube. He affirmed that, indeed, the comma-shaped plastic pi6ece served that purpose. Electronic shifting is great, except at times like this, he exclaimed.
I've never worked on such a system before, but I suggested that he try threading the chain through the guide and rotating the crank as if he were pedaling. It worked. Well, it meant that he could use only his large chainring, but it was OK to get me home, he said. I'm going to bring it to my mechanic.
More riders passed us. I don't want to keep you from your ride, he said. Are you feeling OK? Can you see clearly? He nodded twice.
I guess I'm lucky. I wasn't wearing my helmet. He glanced at it. But look--it was cracked on the rear. I know I'm stupid: It's a $300 helmet.
Note: I actually encountered this rider the other day as I descended the ramp from the Veterans' Memorial Bridge to the Rockaways. All of the dialogue is real, at least as best as I recall it.
