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| I bicycled to Sauvie Island, many years B.C. (Before Char). | On a hot "bike shorts and tee shirt" August day about 40 years ago, looking for a bicycle shortcut from Beaverton to Sauvie Island, I chose Newberry Road down from Skyline Road at the crest of the hill, because it looked like the shortest distance on my Thomas Brothers book map. Horizontally yes, but the longest distance vertically ... which I learned the hard way. |
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| That bicycle trip was "interesting". I took Newberry Road down from Skyline Road at the crest of the hill, because it looked like the shortest distance. | The road was MUCH steeper than I expected. My bicycle brakes overheated and started melting. I was speeding up, not slowing down. As I gained speed, I came around a gentle left curve to see the road angle more steeply, with a blind right curve at the bottom. I could not take that curve at the speed I was going; I would have rocketed straight ahead into the brush and trees below. |
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| Horizontally yes, but the longest distance vertically ... ... which I learned the hard way. |
I saw a dirt bank on the uphill right side of the road. |
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| It was a hot day, I was wearing shorts, and the road was MUCH steeper than I expected. My bicycle brakes overheated and started melting. I was speeding up, not slowing down. | |
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| As I gained speed, I came around a gentle left curve to see the road angle more steeply, with a blind right curve at the bottom. I could not take that curve at the speed I was going; I would have gone rocketing straight ahead into the brush and trees below. | ---- /!\ '''Edit conflict - other version:''' ---- In a split second, I decided to ditch the bicycle sideways into that soft dirt bank. I was wearing a helmet and bike gloves; ''what could possibly go wrong?'' :-) Time started behaving very strangely; 100 milliseconds seemed like 2 seconds. As I inched my way down and sideways, I saw that the "slowly" approaching "dirt bank" was a pile of crushed rock gravel with a dusting of dirt on it. :-( |
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| I saw a dirt bank on the uphill right side of the road. In a split second, I decided to ditch the bicycle sideways into that soft dirt bank. I was wearing a helmet and bike gloves; what could possibly go wrong? | ---- /!\ '''Edit conflict - your version:''' ---- In a split second, I decided to ditch the bicycle sideways into that soft dirt bank. I was wearing a helmet and bike gloves; ''what could possibly go wrong?'' :-) Time started behaving __very strangely__; 100 milliseconds seemed like 2 seconds. As I inched my way down and sideways, I saw that the "slowly" approaching "dirt bank" was a pile of crushed rock gravel with a dusting of dirt on it. :-( |
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| By this point, time was behaving very strangely; 100 milliseconds seemed like 2 seconds. As I inched my way down and sideways, I saw that the "slowly" approaching "dirt bank" was a pile of crushed rock gravel with a dusting of dirt on it. | ---- /!\ '''End of edit conflict''' ---- |
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| I survived, no broken bones or bruises, not even a bent bicycle, but some ripped clothing and a very unsightly case of road rash on my right leg and arm. | I survived, no broken bones, not even a bent bicycle, but some ripped clothing and an ugly case of road rash on my right leg and arm. Being young and immortal, I continued to Sauvie Island to meet my friends at the beach. They were young and immortal as well, so my road rash wasn't concerning. I took a longer and gentler route home; I wasn't THAT immortal. |
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| Being young and immortal, I continued to Sauvie Island to meet my friends at the beach. They were young and immortal as well, so my road rash wasn't concerning. I took a longer and gentler route home; I wasn't THAT immortal. [[ attachment:ditchturn.png | 2016 image of curve, 40 years later]]. No gravel pile, no bare dirt embankment; soft-looking ferns instead. My landing spot is near the sunlit ferns, until the Google camera car revisits and takes new pictures. [[ attachment:ditchturn.png | 2021 image capture here]]. |
'''2016 Google street view of curve.''' No gravel pile, no bare dirt embankment; soft-looking ferns instead. Landing zone indicated. {{ attachment:ditchturn.png | | width=1000 }}. |
Sauvie Island Bicycle Ride
On a hot "bike shorts and tee shirt" August day about 40 years ago, looking for a bicycle shortcut from Beaverton to Sauvie Island, I chose Newberry Road down from Skyline Road at the crest of the hill, because it looked like the shortest distance on my Thomas Brothers book map. Horizontally yes, but the longest distance vertically ... which I learned the hard way.
The road was MUCH steeper than I expected. My bicycle brakes overheated and started melting. I was speeding up, not slowing down. As I gained speed, I came around a gentle left curve to see the road angle more steeply, with a blind right curve at the bottom. I could not take that curve at the speed I was going; I would have rocketed straight ahead into the brush and trees below.
I saw a dirt bank on the uphill right side of the road.
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Edit conflict - other version:
In a split second, I decided to ditch the bicycle sideways into that soft dirt bank. I was wearing a helmet and bike gloves; what could possibly go wrong? 
Time started behaving very strangely; 100 milliseconds seemed like 2 seconds. As I inched my way down and sideways, I saw that the "slowly" approaching "dirt bank" was a pile of crushed rock gravel with a dusting of dirt on it. 
Edit conflict - your version:
In a split second, I decided to ditch the bicycle sideways into that soft dirt bank. I was wearing a helmet and bike gloves; what could possibly go wrong? Time started behaving very strangely; 100 milliseconds seemed like 2 seconds. As I inched my way down and sideways, I saw that the "slowly" approaching "dirt bank" was a pile of crushed rock gravel with a dusting of dirt on it.
End of edit conflict
I survived, no broken bones, not even a bent bicycle, but some ripped clothing and an ugly case of road rash on my right leg and arm. Being young and immortal, I continued to Sauvie Island to meet my friends at the beach. They were young and immortal as well, so my road rash wasn't concerning. I took a longer and gentler route home; I wasn't THAT immortal.
2016 Google street view of curve. No gravel pile, no bare dirt embankment; soft-looking ferns instead. Landing zone indicated. 
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