Fallen off

I fell of my bike, Sir St. James. My fault. I wanted to cross the street, with a whole queue of cars on the other side. I wanted to ride alongside them and then use a space and flip over to the left side of the road.

Unfortunately, I got caught in the tram tracks.

I really like the Melbourne tram – in fact it is the only big city in the world that has never ripped out its tram tracks, but kept and developed them throughout the 20th century. Melbourne has the largest urban tramway network in the world, its trams have operated continuously since 1884.

So, trams are great – but not if you get stuck in them and then fall over and slide on the tarmac…

I didn’t hurt myself too much, open elbow, open knee, torn trousers (my ONLY long trousers, now with two big holes).

I was lucky thought that no car drove fast and the one behind me easily stopped far from where I lay…

And of course I wore my helmet – after being stopped by the police the other night, but was let off with a head-shaking warning. Maybe the accent helped…?

I biked off, and it wasn’t too bad, I thought, but two days later it still hurts. Parts are healing, others are still wet. I took off the band aid now so it can dry… I hope it’ll be better tomorrow, otherwise I’ll see a doctor. I have all the insurances, after all.

So yesterday, after a meditation session and a really fun Midsumma show with Michael, I stayed in at night, Saturday night or not.

Maybe it is also a sign of feeling at home. No Sircuit, no Peel, no Laird. Just home and in bed at a reasonable time. After all, falling off a bike and being home is part of life.

My life in Melbourne.