My Fatal Bicycling Crash That Wasn’t

I don’t know why. Should I?

Christopher Lancette
Published in
6 min readDec 15, 2021

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My Trek road bike lays prostrate on the cement, shadows casting eerie shadows.
My bike might have been all that was left of me. Photo by Christopher Lancette.

I’m knocking out one of my 50-plus-mile bike rides last Sunday on a glorious day alongside the east bank trail of Anacostia River in Washington D.C. The sun is leaping out of a brilliant sky to cast a golden hue on the water and everything it touches — great blue herons, egrets, dogs bounding around from parent to child, and winding, tree-covered bike…

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Christopher Lancette
The Orange Journal

Maryland/D.C. journalist turned environmental comms guy turned estate liquidator turned journalist/enviro again. Nature. Sports. Essays. The meaning of things.