Bollards - It Runs In The Family
A couple of years ago, during an impromptu Brick Session, I managed to run right over a pair of wooden, knee-high bollards. I’ll spare you the details of how it happened (I’ve confessed elsewhere, and it’s just too embarrassing to go over it again here), though I will admit that there were injuries, including concussion and a whiplash strain. Doh!
ANYWAY. Yesterday I was riding back with Daughter from her Stage class. Everything was going fine, until she tried to look over her shoulder to see where I was. This was accompanied by a swerve to the left, toward the road. Thankfully (there’s an interesting adjective), there was a row of bollards along the kerb. She caught one with her left foot & pedal, and wobbled to a halt just in time not to ride into either the road or the next bollard.
Tears and wailing followed. I know how she felt - bollards are really hard, and she hit this one hard enough to snap the last inch or so off her pedal. Other than that . . . no real harm done.
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 03/15/2008
- Total Time: 00:35:00.00
- Distance: 7 miles
- Average Speed: 12 mph