bike vs. carport

There are 2 kinds of cyclists in the world. Those who have driven their rooftop bike into the garage/carport and those who will. At least that's what I'm telling myself now that I belong in the first category cyclist. The good news is that my bike somehow remained in tact.

When my brother-in-law ran his bike into his garage, it shattered his frame. Had to get a whole new bike. I was driving nice and slow, but had — obviously — completely forgotten my bike was on my roof. Even when I heard the noise of my rack's crossbars sliding back on the rails I wasn't quite sure what was happening. Then realization set in. I was at once VERY sick to my stomach. I'd seen the damage to Rob's bike and was afraid of what I'd find if and when I stepped out of the car.

A parenthetical note here: My newness to blogging is evident in the fact that taking pictures was about the last thing on my mind. The first thing my sister said was, "Did you get any pictures so you can blog about it?" I already feel stupid, mmmkay? Now I forgot to take pictures so I can properly blog about it too? Sheeesh.

What I found was that my front crossbar had pushed back on the rails of my rack. I had left the hardware on the bike tray quite loose because I was too lazy to move the snowboard carrier over to make proper room for the bike tray. I couldn't tighten the nut on the back crossbar. So what happened was that the carport pushed my bike and its tray back. The tray broke, but the bike stayed in tact — well, except for the seat which is pretty mangled. I'll gladly take the damage to the seat and tray considering what could have happened.

The worst part? I can't make fun of Rob anymore for having driven his bike into his house.