How the Cookies Crumbled

Posted by admin on December 29th, 2009 filed in bicycles, food

Although it’s been awhile since I’ve written, I was looking forward to this post.  It was supposed to be a refreshing, uplifting blog about the thrill of riding recumbents and what a special gift it is to spend time with loved ones.  About new creations and the joy of sharing them with friends and family.

But things change.


So Saturday night we finally finished working on my Christmas present – Dad’s old Corsa (ok, it’s not that old, but it has over 12K miles on it, so in bike years that’s old, right?) – and I have never been so excited to get a hand-me-down.

We couldn’t wait to ride together – for the first time each on our own stick bikes – so even though it was supposed to be cold (by Florida standards) on Sunday morning, we set our minds on a ride to downtown St. Pete – I for my Kali class and Dad to meet up with other local cyclists for a regular ride.

Sunday morning, after some scheduling and bike adjustments, we more or less rode downtown together and had a blast.  Next to my regular e-bike, which weighs as much as I do, the Corsa floats on the pavement and glides me down the road.   I was giddy when I realized it was relatively easy (for me!) to do 18-20mph on flat ground.  We flew downtown then Dad dropped me off for my class and pedaled off to meet his friends.

Two and a half hours of swinging a stick later, Dad returned to the park. He, my instructor and I ate some cookies I had baked the previous night from a  recipe tweaked for the holidays, then Dad and I left to ride home.  It was raining lightly when we left the park, but stopped after a few minutes.  Nevertheless, Dad reminded me not to make any panic stops on the damp and now possibly-slick roads.  Noted.

About halfway home, riding South on a 50-60 block stretch along one *straight* road, we approach an intersection with a green light.  There’s a grey van, facing North in the on-coming left-turn lane.  He’s the only vehicle at the intersection.  He’s at a dead stop.

Dad rides up to the intersection. The van is still stopped.  Dad rides into the intersection.  Suddenly the driver decides to make that left turn he’s been thinking about for who knows how long. He lurches in front of Dad, Dad tries to turn, but smashes into the hood of the van, then flips/rolls/slides across the front and off onto the pavement, landing several feet away, still straddling his bike.

Around this time, a queue of cars arrives at the intersection from the West.  They stop and several people get out. Some run out from a nearby store.  Someone calls 911.  The driver eventually climbs out of the van to see what happened.

While the paramedics were on their way, I asked the driver for his information and he refused to give it to anyone but the cops.  I guess he’s used to this type of situation.

The paramedics, fire department and police arrived and some checked out Dad while others took information.  There were a few just hanging around, and when a trio of neighborhood kids on bikes rode up to the commotion, they took the opportunity to make a lesson of the situation: “See kids, this is what can happen when you ride a bike. Always wear your helmet.”  What they *should* have said is: “See kids, this is what can happen when someone drives a car.  Always wear your helmet.”

But seriously, all of the EMS personnel were so kind.  They checked Dad over and advised him on his injuries; they were kind, calm, polite and helpful. They did a wonderful job.  And since Dad (for myriad, obvious reasons) couldn’t ride home, the officer who made the report offered to give Dad and the bike a lift home.  Thank you Officer Callaghan, SPPD, SPFD and all the EMS workers!

As for the bike, the poor bike: the front forks were completely snapped off and the front wheel was cracked beyond any hope of surviving another ride.

Frame with half-forks

Ahh the smell of fresh-cracked carbon fiber

Busted wheel, broken forks and bent axle

The carbon seat was smashed, the back wheel bent, the handlebars scraped, a hand rest broken off, the speedometer cable ruined, and the list, painfully, goes on.

And the remainder of my cookies, which had been in my dad’s top box, were a bit scrambled (but still very tasty!):

Oh the yummy destruction

Hopefully, by the time Dad heals we can have the bike reconstructed and get back to riding!  His goal was 52 century rides for this year.  As of Sunday morning he was at 50. So close! So close.


Meanwhile, here’s the modified recipe for the cookies:

Flourless Cinnamon and Chocolate Chunk Peanut Butter Cookies

1 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup white sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 egg
1/4 cup chopped bar chocolate (or chocolate chips)

Preheat the oven to 350°. Line cookie sheet with parchment paper.

Cream the peanut butter and sugar in a bowl. Add baking powder. Add the cinnamon. Add the egg. Mix in the chocolate until all is combined.

Hand-roll balls of dough (approx. 1-2 tbsp each). Place on parchment paper and cross-score with fork. Bake for ten minutes.

If you plan to eat more than a couple at a time, have a glass of milk handy – they are very peanut buttery!

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