The Half Moon Bay Review posted online on Wednesday, May 12th, 2021:
Well, that was me.
As bizarre as the event was, what is more bizarre is that me and my bike, Rosie, walked away mostly unscathed (I needed to have her rear brake bled, but not even a scratch!; the rear rack took the brunt). I should have been killed.
I was riding south so I was close to the rocks and when he pushed me I fell down toward the rocks. People ask me why I wear those big fluffy gloves (mostly cause it makes my hands looser on the handlebars due to arthritis). But I guess I wear them in case a crazy man pushes me off my bike and I need to catch myself from falling. I’m not exactly sure where my hands first landed taking the brunt of the fall, but I know where my butt landed: on a flat rock with sand ~ the surfers’ goat trail down to the beach.
My fall happened halfway between the Malcolm sign and the stairs. Most drops along that stretch are 10 feet to certain death, or worse, a ruined life, on pointy rocks.
I have a bruise on my butt and just one little scrape. Just exiting a bike so violently should have produced more bruises.
I was mind-grindingly sore yesterday (Wed.) from the impact, but I was still able to bike and walk (slowly). No parts broken, no hospital, amazingly. Bending over is slow, but my goodness, am I lucky?
Thanks to everyone who asked how I was doing.
~ Michelle Dragony, The Coastal Butterfly