When I heard he crashed, my first thought was - Is the bike OK? As a new owner of the P3C it was good to see the bike faired pretty well. Yes - my second question, was Zabriskie Ok? and the 3rd - did Lance get the Yellow Jersey? But being a selfish b------, the 1st was still 1st.
LOOOL i had that same thought!!!
After I got slammed by a teenage driver talking on a cell phone, as I lay on the ground with a broken back, pelvis, hip and ankle, my first thought was, “how’s my bike?” The look on the face of the person who glanced over at it was about the same as the face on the guy who was putting a tournequet (sp?) on my leg. It fared no better. Well, I guess it fared worse since I’m riding again, but it’s not.
Bob C.
When we got hit (and run) in my truck with four gals in the truck and four bikes in the bed of the truck, my first words were, “Are the bikes OK?”
When my friend called my mom from the hospital, my mom’s first words were, “Did anything happen to the bikes?” My friend just laughed. Bikes were OK, I got a nice ambulance ride and the truck came out ok in the end.
clm
That’s funny. I had the phrase “How’s my bike?” put on my road ID!
My wife once went down on a group ride on her then brand new high end road bike. I was right behind her when it happened. She had scrapes and bruises but when I ran to her the response was “never mind about me, how is my bike”.
But it’s still a good thing that I first didn’t check out the bike. 
Phil Ligget’s reaction: “The yellow jersey has been sullied!”
v. sul·lied, sul·ly·ing, **sul·lies ** To mar the cleanness or luster of; soil or stain. To defile; taint.
That’s got to go on the list of Liggetisms.
my 1st thought was OH SICK BAIL!
My wife once went down on a group ride
In a row? :-0
Owww. I’ll pass your message to her. Don’t worry, she’s got a sense of humor.
Didn’t anyone else notice that they switched out his bike after the crash? I think that the bike was NOT okay.
I saw a still that looked like the right side handlebars took some heavy damage.
I don’t know how to put up the picture, but here is the caption and a link.
http://msn.foxsports.com/cycling/pgStory?contentId=3739630&pageNumber=2 Trade-in time David Zabriskie of the U.S. and riding for the CSC team gets a new bicycle from a team mechanic after crashing in the last kilometers of the Team Time Trial, Stage 4, of the 92nd Tour de France between Tours and Blois July 5, 2005 in Blois, France.
*(Robert Laberge/Getty Images) *
I think it was a combination of the tubular flatting (I did that before - not fun) and the aerobars bending. Those parts breaking is not a problem. It’s the frame that matters to me. By the way, how do I get setup like that - I crash my bike and there is someone right behind me handing me a new P3C. I guess I need to start riding at 35 mph without the benefit of a hill and wind.
Let him keep the new one and send that wrecked piece of crap to me. I’ll patch it up no prob. What do I need, superglue, heat, and of course zip ties work on just about everything. Yeah send me that P3C, I’ll make it fit!
I once had a gran mal seizure…I did not know my own name…my girlfriends name…what day it was…where I was…anything. I was told (I cant remember) that the police and paramedics were here…I was bleeding from the mouth due to a half bitten off tounge…and first wanted to know what I did wrong (cause the police were here) - and then if my my bikes were okay. Oddly enough, I did not know anyones name…but DID know the dogs name! That makes me happy, I luv my little “fluffernutter” so darn much
another time
Woke up, in a helicopter…
(flight nurse): sir, what is your name?
me: wheres my bike
(flight nurse): do you know what day it is?
me: wheres my bike
(flight nurse): your bike is fine…do you know your name?
me: prove it is fine…
I think about my bike more than sex…I am a looser…
After a spectacular crash from being pummeled by a car in a busy Phoenix intersection, the EMT’s who were loading me in the ambulance threatened to sedate me because I flipped out when I saw some old guy pick up my bike and put it in the back of his pickup. I was still livid in the emergency room until this nice old guy came in and asked me my address so he could drop it off. It was at home when I got there.
I don’t remember any of the injuries I sustained, but I know I bent my fork and derailleur hanger.
Except for that Campy addiction, you are a legend.
I’ve “woken up” on ski hills, in “blood tubs” (Ski patrol toboggans) in ambulances etc and my first though was usually “are my skiis OK?”
I know where you are coming from.
I’ve only woken up from one bike accident so far and “how’s my bike” was one of the very first things out of my mouth (after blood, spit and dirt)
Our rule is, if they ask about the bike, they are okay.
