Today I tried to overdo it: I seem to have a mental block against remembering accurate mileage for a larger loop route I like to ride. I thought I'd put together a route that would give me a nice 40mi jaunt. In reality I spun out 58mi with canine companion Chip before returning home. Oof. That was a bit more than I was looking to do today, but I'll take the mileage.
On the less happy side, I got a little too comfortable with edge traps, and along about mile 35, one got me. I hit it just a few degrees too shallow, but that's all it takes. The front end went right out from under me and I met the pavement in a way I'd prefer to avoid. I don't think I sustained any personal damage save to my ego, but I broke both my under saddle bag and my Ortlieb handlebar bag. Really annoyed about that. The under saddle bag is a total loss, with its QR bracket smashed. The handlebar bag may be repairable, may not. Structural damage. I haven't done anything with it since rigging it to get me home. I can take a crash, but I sure hate losing gear as a result of it. Worse to injure myself or Chip, but ugh.
Chip did not enjoy the experience, but the trailer and my mods seemed to work exactly as I'd hoped: he came out uninjured and still attached.
He also did more running afterward than he has in a while, chalking up a total of 3.5mi by paw power. I'm not sure what changed, but he ran more than he was in a few weeks. Happily, and with water stops. He even got some sploot time on the grass in a shady spot. It's his favorite way to cool down after a warm run.
Later I'll do a detailed examination of my helmet to see if the sound I heard as I was eating sh!t was in fact its side striking concrete. Sounded that way. Kinda felt it, too, but I'm not sure. Other parts of my body certainly did find the concrete, and harder than I'd prefer. If my head was one of them, that would mark a high point for crash expense. I've lost handlebar bags to crashes before, but never an Ortlieb and I've never had reason to replace a helmet due to a crash. I'm usually very good at protecting my head when I go down. This time may exemplify why it is that I wear a helmet on every ride despite that.
Other than the crash, which was totally on me, it was a really nice if tiring ride. Temps rose toward the upper 80's through maybe the first ~40mi, after which point a little cloud cover brought the temps down nicely. I got to renew my acquaintance with a couple of really pretty sections of trail and enjoyed being out. Mural painters have been busy, and parts of the route sported some new murals to go along with the old favorites.
At mile ~17 I spotted some kids with a drink stand. I like to support such budding entrepreneurs and stopped to happily overpay for a Gatorade. They weren't selling lemonade, but did have a big cooler full of all kinds of drinks including some hipster sodas. I'm not a hipster. The Gatorade was ice cold and went down smoothly. Yum! Well worth the reasonable price and an exorbitant tip.
Along about mile 42, it 'just so happened' that my route carried me past one of my favorite local frozen custard places. Not sure how that happened

. Since I was so nearby, it seemed only reasonable to stop. I ordered a malt and a kiddie cone for Chip. The Custard Gods were smiling today, and he got an adult sized single scoop of sweet wonderful goodness. Kiddie cones are much smaller and more reasonable as a treat, but the shop occasionally slips up and delivers a full sized one instead. I figured it was good compensation for scaring him by crashing

. My malt was delicious as always. A few minutes' rest and some sugary energy and I was ready to hit the road again.
Should you ever be in the Denver area and see an establishment called "Andy's" which advertises frozen custard, it's worth stopping. Even in the depths of winter, when they are still open.
It's looking like tomorrow will be a rest day while I figure out what to do about my broken gear. Maybe it's time to break out the inflatable kayak or a paddle board for some float time.
[email protected] I only stopped thinking for the barest instant, but it was enough. What a dumb crash. I'd even been eating appropriately to the mileage so it wasn't a matter of 'bonk dumb'.
I hope everyone is able to learn from my example and that you the reader will have more luck in remembering to look around and think about what you're seeing and how it might affect you. Had my angle been 3* sharper, I'd have crossed that edge trap just like I've crossed more others than I can count. Indeed, I've successfully negotiated the very trap that got me today several times in the past. Not today.
Stay safe!