Note To Future Self

We had out first (non-self-induced) accident in the trailer this morning. Pretty close to campus, it was ye traditionale dooring, I swerved but it caught the tongue on the trailer pretty hard, then the side wheel. We came to a swift halt and I went OTH (over the handlebars, thankee). My ankle doesn’t feel well and the sprouticus was shaken, but there was no apparent physiological or mechanical damage to things that matter (i.e. the kinder or the bike).

In my mind, this validates the trailer approach relative to the bike seat. OK, so a single bike would have probably missed the door. Or the extra 18kg of high-mounted weight would cause a Hammond-esque Scandanavian flick.

On the other hand I was able to sprawl out silly like all over the bike lane (for future reference — giving a barbarian “yop!” while flying through the air makes the landing hurt a lot less), while the sprout remained safely upright in the roll cage. Actually, come to think of it, after we had decamped to the sidewalk and I had done the obligatory “two arms – two legs” check, she hopped down, crawled back into the trailer and put her helmet back on. I discovered later that the accident had made all of the pee come out, all at once.

Strangely, I feel bad that the door on his car won’t close anymore.

Hm. Adrenaline is wearing off. Might be nap time.