You talk to anyone who has been cycling for any length of time and he/she will eventually tell you about “The Crash.” It seems that almost every cyclist has a story about some epic accident that involves (at a minimum) significant pain and damage to the bike.
After seven months and 1,900 miles, I am still waiting for my event. It may not come for many years, but just as surely as I knew I would eventually fall over while wearing clipless shoes, I am (pretty) sure I will experience something I will thereafter refer to as “The Crash.”
Today, a 51-year old cyclist (that’s five years older than me) died from injuries sustained in an accident near Mount Vernon (that’s 20 miles from me). The accident was a fairly common one – the driver turning left did not see the cyclist passing through the intersection (with the right of way) and broadsided him. You can read a short article about the accident here.
My thoughts are with this man’s family. I can only hope that when it comes, my crash won’t be anywhere near as traumatic.
EDIT: I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the recent fatality involving a long-time cyclist in the Potomac Pedalers Club. He was previewing a club ride last month when he swerved to avoid an animal on a descent. This resulted in a fall which took his life. Apart from the terrible loss, this serves as a reminder to me that “The Crash” need not involve automobiles, or even another person.