I broke my big toe playing Basketball back in 1999. The next day I tried going to work, but given I could barely stand, they sent me home, and I was relegated to lying in bed. I couldn’t do anything and was bored shitless. My Shogun Katana had those stirrup pedals, and I had a crazy thought. Even though my toe was busted, I wouldn’t need to use it on the bike. If I could wear a slipper over my bad foot, in theory could ride my bike with a busted foot.
You would have laughed watching me hop everywhere. I couldn’t put any weight onto my foot. I had to hop out to my bike and was over the moon when I found that I could pedal without discomfort. You beaut! I went for a ride around the block, and was loving it & just kept on riding. I headed for the Schotman’s Creek bike trail. Somehow I ended up riding all the way to the city from Glen Waverley on a busted toe. This is about 50 km return.
This was by far the longest ride I had ever done at that stage.
I rested at the Casino and hobbled around and got some funny looks. Picture that I was in my lycra, wearing a slipper on one foot, and could barely stand. When I was walking I was either using the bike as a crutch or hopping on my good leg. I got home and planned several other trips whilst I was off work, and couldn’t believe that I could bust a bone in my foot. Somehow I actually get fitter during the rehab with a busted foot. Gotta love the bike.
So was riding with a busted foot wise? Well I have never professed to do things normally.
In 1998 I bought my first road bike. I was at the Camberwell market and bought a second hand Shogun Katana. I fell in love with it and rode almost 700 km’s on her over the coming six months. The majority of riding was to and from work at Smorgy’s in Burwood. This was a 13 km round trip. I was riding to my lunch shift, and traffic was light on Springvale Road (Glen Waverley). Approaching the intersection at Kingsway I did the usual head check to see if anyone was indicating behind me. No one was so I went to ride through the intersection. Just as I hit the apex of the corner a Ute turned left without indicating less than a meter from me.
Travelling at over 30 km/h and with no where to go, I was about to slam into the side of his car. I veered sharp to the left, and was going to crash into the gutter. My only option was to let go of my handlebars, & grabbed onto the side of the Ute. I was dragged along parallel with the Ute for about 25 meters before I let go of the Ute. Going sideways into the nature strip and landed heavily on the grass. My bike was somehow ok, and I only had tiny scratches on me. The deuschbag never stopped. Shaken and stirred, I continued my ride to work.
I said to myself that it was a once off, and that I shouldn’t worry about the accident and tried to brush off the incident. My next trip I punctured and had to walk my bike 6km’s back home.