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Picture of curve, 40 years later: https://tinyurl.com/ditchturn 2016 Google street view picture of curve, 40 years later: https://tinyurl.com/ditchturn
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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]]. 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 of 2016 Google image here]].

Sauvie Island Bicycle Ride

I bicycled to Sauvie Island, many years B.C. (Before Char).

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.

Horizontally yes, but the longest distance vertically ...

  • .. which I learned the hard way.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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 picture of curve, 40 years later: https://tinyurl.com/ditchturn

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. 2021 image capture of 2016 Google image here.

SauvieBike (last edited 2021-10-22 04:17:35 by KeithLofstrom)