This is totally embarrassing but I’ve heard it happens to the best. So they say. Maybe they just say that so nutheads like me will make fools of themselves by recounting their stories.

My commuter bike must have read my blog. Because on my commute home on Wednesday, as I was approaching a red light, I clipped my left foot out as I always do, preparing to set down, when suddenly my weight shifted to the right. I tried to hold it. I tried to clip my right foot out but couldn’t without further tipping the balance. Not that it would matter, because I was headed for asphalt. That’s right: from a dead stop, I fell off my bike.

I got up and took a bow to the hundreds of thousands of cars who had witnessed my moment of Zen, assessed my lights and gear, put the chain back on the cassette, and prayed for the light to change quickly.

I’m sorry, Mr. Mountain Bike. The road bike is a sweet machine, but you have and will always be there for me, the one that tirelessly gets me to my destination, laden with the day’s essentials. We have spent many hours together and we will share many more in the years to come. Please accept my apology, and know that while there is a new member of the family, there is enough love for everyone.

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