OUCH!!!

Due to busy schedules team Where is Tom? had to ride separately this weekend. I decided to brave the I-90 bridge again with my dad this morning. Overall it was a good ride, but I'm realizing I do not enjoy the bridge at all. Here's a breakdown of my morning.

1. Met my dad Saturday morning in Bellevue.
2. My dad had a flat tire so we changed it together.
3. His brakes were rubbing so I tried to help him make adjustments.
4. After a 1/2 hour he decided he would be fine riding with little to no front brake.
5. We headed out from my parents house to the I-90 trail.
6. Mercer Island is still all hills both ways!!! I hate Mercer Island.
7. I averaged 19 miles/hour across the 90 bridge westbound...much better than last time. (What a difference no brakes rubbing makes!)
8. I've never been scared of heights, so I don't think that was it, but I was scared to death of riding across the bridge. Something about being able to see the water and the thought that if somehow I fell in with my bike attached I would drown. Morbid I know...but I'm crazy!
   
9. We rode around Seward park. I grew up in Bellevue and never once had ever been to Seward park. I have been missing out. What was I thinking driving all the way to Greenlake when Seward park is so close???
10. On the way back to 90 we couldn't decide which way to go...then it happened.....
11. I think I was at a stand still and clipped in on only one side...in slow motion I fell down for the 2nd time.
12. I have reconfirmed that I have no reflex reaction and am horrible in a pickle!
13. Tom, I confirmed that your bike does not always release your clips when you hit the ground...I was still clipped in and my dad had to pick me up.
14. I got back up and we headed back to Bellevue, with a quick stop on Mercer Island for my uncle to fix my dad's brakes.
15. I averaged 12 miles per hour Eastbound. Something about that wind got to me.
    
16. My uncle joined us on our ride back to Bellevue...and made riding look so easy. My goal is to look like him on a bike one day.
17. My dad is a freakin' machine. No matter how much older we get I'll never be able to beat him physically.
    
18. My entire left side is really sore. Falling does hurt in case you didn't know. And I swear I have a bruise on the palm of my hand...that's a first!
19. We rode a total of 27 miles.

Overall, it was a great ride, but I miss the fun times I have with my team. Looking forward to the next ride! And even more scared of my pedals now. Why, oh why is the fear not going away???