Since flying off my bike at 18 mph and sliding across the concrete of the George Washington Parkway yesterday, I’ve been pretty hungry. I guess that growing new skin and realigning joints is calorie-burning work. And what better to feed that hunger and rebuild myself than some pie? And what tastier, more filling pie is there than humble pie?
Here at the Bradstein Household, we like our humble pie served the same as any other pie–nice big slices with a scoop of ice cream on the side. Because I’m in a generous mood, I thought that I’d share these two slices with you.
Slice 1: It’s All Right Ma, I’m Only Bleeding
I recently took drivers to task for some of the stupid things they do, and while karma wasn’t instant this time, it was pretty thorough. I’m loath to withdraw any of my earlier criticisms because they’re all still true–if you don’t believe me, ask my brother–but let me add this note:
To all the drivers who stopped after seeing my crash on the GW Parkway just north of Mount Vernon yesterday to see if I was OK, especially the man who got out of his car and came over to check on me: thank you.
In answer to your questions:
- I’m OK. I’ve got a hitch in my giddyap and one hip that’s definitely one or two sizes larger than the other, I’m missing the skin on the inside of one elbow–how the hell does that happen?, and I’ve got some scrapes on my hands–but you should see my gloves, shredded tights, a shredded jersey front, and a bruised ego, but that’s it.
- I don’t believe that it was caused by my riding over the unbelievably dangerous sewer grate that I had just passed–one of scores on the GW Parkway–but by my wheel hitting the slot between the grate and the concrete at about 18 mph.
- Yes, I had a phone, but no, I didn’t need to call anyone. My bike was fine and I was happier riding home so my hip didn’t stiffen up. Besides, it let me blow off some of my anger for not swinging wider around that grate. It was a stupid mistake. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And I got lucky when I made it. What if a car had been right behind me? Why didn’t I remember that I have a wife and a son and a dog to come home to and swing wider?
A few questions for you:
- Did I really slide on my belly? The shredded front of my jersey and tights indicate that I did, but I really don’t recall that part of the ride.
- Did you ever think I was going to regain control of the bike? I did, right up until the wheels lost all traction and I started a Raggedy Andy luge run down the road. Without the sled part. On concrete.
- Did your heart restart after watching that? I certainly hope so. While I’m sure that it looked spectacular from your perspective, it wasn’t so bad from mine, just stupid. The whole time I was going down and sliding I was cursing myself for being so stupid.
Slice 2: Mea Flippin’ Culpa
To Arabella Santiago, who I slammed awhile ago for spamming me: mea culpa. Arabella explained herself in a comment on that post and in an apology that she sent directly to me. Although I’m still not keen on getting spammed, the difference here is in Arabella’s reaction.
I admire her humility in admitting her mistake, and I understand her embarrassment at the mistake being made public–even if hers didn’t leave her sprawled across a lane of the GW Parkway in shredded lycra.
I also understand that, as someone who makes her living online, it’s got to be irksome to have a simple mistake follow her in the form of a blog post that comes up in results lists for searches on her name. We all make mistakes; we don’t all need to be crucified for each one of them.
In fact, Mama asked me why I wrote that post. Didn’t I think Arabella Santiago was a real person? Honestly, I get enough spam with misleading links, company names, and personal information that I presumed that the name was false personalization. As a result, I didn’t believe that I was addressing a person until I got Arabella’s e-mail. I meant my post as a shout back at spammers, not an attack on a person.
I was particularly sad to hear from Arabella that she recently had to take down her personal blog. As someone who enjoys blogging, I certainly hope that my post had nothing to do with that. I certainly don’t want to forget that there is a person behind the computer screen, as she correctly says happens too often. I have always appreciate the personal support of you, my six loyal readers, and I hope that Arabella will be able to feel the same support and compassion in her future online endeavors that I have here.
At the same time, there are people out there who I do hope stop sending out their personal missives and who I believe couldn’t redeem themselves with an apology. People like Ruben Campoy.
Uh oh. Did I just order up another slice of humble pie? Oh, I can’t right now–I’m too full.