When I left the house, it was raining.
2o minutes later, on a quiet street in Narberth, up the hill from the police station, I flatted.
15 minutes after sorting that out, coming across the bridge into Manayunk, I decided to avoid climbing up Umbria street. (Its my 3rd day riding to work this week. 120 miles commuting in 4 days. w00t.) So anyway, I took the tow path. Its packed gravel and dirt.
I’m on the path for all of 15 seconds, picking up speed when I come upon mother goose. And her 4 goslings. Now, maybe it was some guilt for the geese I wacked the hell out of back in high school rowing days, maybe it was fear thanks to a recent post on BikeSnobNYC. More likely, I just didn’t want to panic the Goose or unnecessarily endanger her youngins.
Anyway, It all happened too fast. I went wide into the grass to give them some room.
The grass was wet and my bike went right out from under me.
From the ground, I looked over. Mother goose is hissing. She turns around, spreads her wings to keep me from getting at her babies. And shuttles them away.
Idiot bird.
I get back on my bike quickly and head down the path.
20 minutes later coming up from Barren Hill road on Joshua, I start to notice a pain in my ribs on the side I went down on. I figure if I cracked something I wouldn’t be riding or breathing so well.
Therefore, I have a bruised rib!
No good deed unpunished.
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