first crash on second fuji
Ed says he may have to ride some few hundred miles to fit his new touring saddle to his rump.
Me, I break in new bicycles by throwing them against concrete, and using the sidewalk to scrape off unneeded ass. It wouldn't really be a bicycle of mine, anyway, if I rode it 150 miles without crashing.
Racing the cars east down Carnegie after work (and nearly winning,) on my new(-to-me) early 80's Fuji Del Rey, I hopped up to the sidewalk to avoid construction and cool off under a sprinkler. To salute my brashness and brilliance, snake hose flaunched us into a curb-framed sidewalk flowerbed.
I uncrumpled up In place, In one piece, Wind intact; she, also, essentially fine, just wheezing out the front tire. I replanted the marigolds we uprooted on impact.
I haven't bought a new portable airpump yet (to replace the stolen one,) so I took the rapid back to Tremont. I have serendipity, optimism, and Adam Harvey to thank for finding and driving me the rest of the way home, and, ((re-tubed but not retired,)) getting me back out to ride over to the blogger meetup.