Yesterday afternoon when I was heading out for the 40-mile jaunt up to MotoStrada on the other side of Baltimore, I was "Flintstoning" my LX down my 60' sloping, loose gravel driveway as usual. Also as usual, I had to squeeze between my two cages (my late wife's old wheelchair van and my Mini Cooper S) to get out. Normally I park them so there is plenty of room to get through, but I must have been careless when I last parked the Mini a few days ago, as it was parked closer to the van than usual, and the front tires were cut hard to the right.
I was paying attention to my mirrors and handlebars getting past the mirrors on the cages, and didn't notice the fat front run-flat tire on the Mini sticking out a good 6 - 8 inches. I was sort of rocking my way through at about a walking pace, when I managed to mash my right calf between the protruding tire and the side of the scoot. It was moderately painful at the moment, and I probably uttered an expletive or two and carried on.
Last night when I got up from the computer to get ready for bed, my right calf hurt like hell and I realized it was swollen up to about one-and one-half times the size of the left one. I could hardly stand on it, and had to hop my way down the stairs. Despite a healthy dose of Alleve last evening and elevating my leg in the bed, I didn't get much sleep. Been icing it all morning, and the swelling has gone down a bit, but it's still painful and the dog didn't get her usual one-mile morning walk.
A minor injury, no doubt, but still a painful and inconveniencing one. It occurred to me that this might be something you lane-splitters in California and filterers across the pond ought to watch out for. I'm sure there are times you need to squeeze slowly through a tight space and keep your feet down. If one of the stopped cars has his wheels cut to the side in anticipation of changing lanes, it would be easy not to notice it while you are watching out for mirrors.