I’m three weeks into bad luck of bicycle riding. Haven’t had a run like this in a while. But this is how it goes. It all happened on the way home.

First week: I’m riding from Orinda and decide to hit Appian Way to get home. Not my usual way home. In El Sobrante I make a right turn onto Appian Way and my bicycle is bouncy. I know that feeling, real tire flat. Got a nail in the tire.

Second Week: I’m on Gerrard Ave and near Peres school I hit the entrance to connect to the trail to head to Point Pinole and don’t know what happened. Next thing I know I’m on the ground. Glad I had my helmet on because my head made contact with concrete. I have blood running down my nose, my right knee lost skin and a nice cut on my right ankle. Haven’t crashed like this in years.

Third week: Coming back from Orinda. Decided to hit Appian Way and when I get past Valley View Road and my front tire has a flat. Maybe I should forget about the Appian Way route home. San Pablo Dam Road really needs a good cleaning.

Maybe the bike gods are trying to tell me to stay off the bicycle. Probably won’t happen, but it is in the back of my mind and the fear of riding home.

Hopefully my run of bad luck is over. My bicycle rides is how I relax.