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Idiot Semi-Truck Driver

I wrote a note to a friend yesterday and something I said has lingered on my mind. I wrote, and not for the first time, about an incident that triggered a fear that I have not been able to shake. I thought, what a wuss I am.

Upon finding myself alone after the end of my marriage, I looked for anything and everything to occupy myself. I have already wrote about this. My projects. I am still on the lookout for projects. I have a need to keep my brain and body active. Certainly not 24/7, but I like there to be things to do; goals to achieve and accomplishments to strive for. Cycling became part of that. I had already been a runner, but the first time out for a ride on a borrowed bike led me to another sport that I truly loved.

To become better at it, I joined Team In Training (TNT), which benefits the Leukemia Lymphoma Society, with the intent of doing Levi’s Gran Fondo (103 miles) this past October. I had done a previous running event with them and was happy to see a cycling event so close to home. My son survived Lymphoma. He was my honoree with both events. I was raising money for a good cause and also learning to be a better cyclist with coaches and a training schedule.

I rode once a week with the team and on the other days did my best to follow the schedule mapped out by the coach. Mostly, I rode alone. One of my best friends called me fearless. She said, “Who are you? You are not the same person I have known for 15 years.” She thought it great to see me begin to find myself and getting out and enjoying things I wouldn’t have thought of doing in the past. She was right. I know I had previously said that I would be afraid of cycling because of having to share the road with distracted drivers, but I let go of that fear. And then something happened.

I parked my car in Occidental and was planning to do a 31-mile loop that would take me out to Highway 1 and back to Occidental by way of Coleman Valley Road, which is a difficult climb. This climb was part of the Fondo and I wanted to know what I was getting myself into. Was it stupid for me to head out alone on those roads that I had never ridden before? I honestly don’t know. I was on a stretch of Highway 1 without a shoulder and the driver of a semi truck with a tractor-trailer came upon me. He was creating a draft and I was doing my best to hold the white line. When I realized he was pulling a second trailer, and at the same time there was a curve in the road, I ditched my bike into a mass of thorny bushes. He could have waited until it was safer to pass, but he chose to pass me with other cars coming in the opposite direction. It was primal instinct. I just rode my bike off the road and went down. The bike was fine. My leg and arm were scratched up and bleeding, and I had to spend some time pulling thorns out of my limbs, but I got back on the bike and finished the ride.

I didn’t realize the effect it had on me at the time. I was shook up, but I was still in the midst of training with the team. I simply didn’t allow what happened to get in the way. Things like that happen in cycling. Get over it, I thought, but the experience began to fester like an infected wound. I still rode alone at times, but in looking at my training log, it became less, and I can see the change in the roads I chose. I also began asking other cyclists to ride with me.

That driver took something from me. He took my fearless spirit that had been so newly aquired. He gave me nightmares and thoughts like,Ā what if there hadn’t been a place for me to go down? He planted seeds that have continued to sprout and effect my ability to get out and enjoy the time I spent alone on the bike. I have never been a risk taker, but now I question whether that was in good judgment. A few have told me that I should never have ridden those roads for the first time alone. Perhaps that is true, but had that not happened, there would be no discussion on that point.

I know cycling can be risky. There is a clear winner in car vs. bike, but I know the rules of the road and I’m always cautious. I want my peace of mind back. It was taken from me on that day. I’m riding in the Fondo again this year, not with TNT, but with just one friend. My plan is to do a different cycling event with TNT, which will also serve as partial training for the Fondo, but I will have to get out there and ride on my own again. I am determined.

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  1. I remember you telling this story last summer, and how you kind of laughed it off. Just like when you laughed through your story of your angels on motorcycle. It’s so interesting to hear the real perspective šŸ™‚

    This would definitely have scared the crap out of me. Before I started riding, I was always terrified of riding next to cars, but somehow it never bothered me too much after I really started, except for once or twice when crazy people try to pass me on Tunnel Road. But then I remember that none of the crashes last season involved a car. Does that make it better?…I’m sure not, but I guess without risk, there is no reward! Riding smart and aware is all you can do, and I know you do that! Can’t wait to ride again soon. I’m getting a new saddle this week and have to try it out. Okay, I’m done writing a novel for a comment šŸ™‚

    March 26, 2012
    • Thank you, Alison. Yep, I delved a little deeper this evening. I’m so looking forward to riding with you. It’s been too long. Let’s plan soon! šŸ™‚

      March 26, 2012
  2. Jordan #

    You’re not a wuss.
    It is completely normal to feel traumatized, and vile towards vehicles that make critically dangerous decisions out there on the roads. And it can leave lasting fears as well. I know better than most. I think it is a great idea to get out and ride with others to blunt the dangers and fear of riding the roads of Sonoma County, and it will get you accustomed to riding in a bunch, which you will be doing for the entire Fondo. Ultimately I hope that your love of cycling will help you get back out there and be able to overcome the very real risks that are out there. I am always hesitant to encourage others in their cycling endeavors because I have had so many negative experiences as well, but in the end your passion will guide you to make the right decision. Do not feel bad about your fears, they are real, and well founded. But try to let them pass through you, so that you can move forward to a place of experience and strength. I know you have it in you kid, and I wish for you only the fortitude to do the things that drive you, whether they be cycling, or any other path in your life.
    Cheers.

    March 26, 2012
    • Thank you, Jordan. Those are incredibly thoughtful words. I’m very grateful for all you said. Truly, thankful.

      March 26, 2012

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