Day Trips

Summer Interrupted to a Screeching halt

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Humbled by the Pavement

My face is dragging across asphalt. Stripped raw. Instead of rolling over, my face is in full, literal, drag. I can feel the burn of layers of skin mercilessly grinding away in stop motion. Hitting the ground, I cannot recall. My knees dig in to the moving ground for support.

Humbled by the earth’s gravity, My hands soothe my brow bone and check my nose. My ego has taken a good skull shakedown. Now I am lying on my back. Where is the pain? Have my sunglasses fallen off? My eyes are still closed. One eye open, I can see. Relief. I know better than to get up. I hear voices. Something about masks. I am fully conscious. “You’re bleeding,” says the woman with a faint British accent.

My Inner Flight Attendant

“In the bike basket is my bag, there is a mask, a towel, use anything…I am just going to wait a minute before I get up.” The first aid instinct in me kicks in. All that flight attendant training. Will I need a sling, alcohol wipes, an ice pack? Am i dizzy? No. Did I lose consciousness? No. My back seems to be intact. The bike basket is laden with beach goer supplies. I was on my way to meet a friend. I put on my mask. Biking from Burlington to Hamilton had become my triumphant solo journey. My personal best activity of the corona pandemic.

No Coincidence

The lady that found me takes the MEC camping towel from my basket and dabs the bridge of my nose. I open the second eye, grateful to see the tree tops and sky. My knees ache from the impact. After 5 minutes, I roll sideways, then, onto my aching knees, and get back on my feet. I witness the bike that betrayed my ego. I limp to retrieve it without a grudge. Although I gratefully did not black out, I do not remember the impact of my skull hitting the pavement. There is a gap between being on my bike, seeing the flimsy pink hat flying off my head, and landing on the ground.

The truth is, I was not wearing a bike helmet. I was meaning to put it on, but I was enjoying the fresh air, the greenery, of the paths less taken. The Burlington bike paths cut through the city streets, offering a flora and fauna refuge to pedestrians, roller bladers and those on a stroll.

Like the nurse and first aider that were walking as I zoomed by them, ringing my bell. They found me flat on the pavement.

Coincidence? I think not. The embarrassment of the fall is overshadowed by gratitude for my life, my skull, my spine, my limbs, my eyes, my nose, my cognizance. And the chance to one day, walk, then ride again. I thank the good samaritans. I thank my lucky stars.

If in this lesson, I can prevent one adult from riding without proper head gear, then, that is the message I am supposed to share. My cap shielded me from the sun, but was a flimsy, useless distraction. It was flying off my head. I went to grab it and lost control of my bike. I remember the pink hat on the ground, looking back, not applying the brakes, and then, boom. My sunglasses saved my vision, but the metal frame cut deep into the soft part at the top of my nose. It could have been so much worse. I know my ego got a deserving smack.

Although a heaviness was felt in my head, I thankfully limped away from this accident without a cracked skull. I limp past village square walking my wonky bike and I stop to take a selfie to assess the facial damage. Many a bridal couple was photographed against the European looking columns. My first aid savior and nurse pass me and wish me well, knowing I am getting a ride shortly from my dad. I lean my bike outside the Coffee Culture on Brant street. I buy a coke for the nausea and ask for a bag of ice. My face is clotting with red. Silence from the masked cashiers. She hands me the bag and serves the next customer.

I ice my head at a cafe table soaking my head, dripping water all over the table, my clothes, the floor. My 89 years young father picks up my broken self, we load the bike halfway into the trunk and tie the ropes. We drop off my bike for some damage control to an empathetic owner from Action Bikes on Brant Street.

My ice pack has been in my lap, and now my pants and the bottom of my shirt are soaking wet down the front of me. Smooshed with blood, wet pants, he sensed my amateur skill.

“Oooh…what happened?! Well, we have all done it,” says Dave unloading my bike from the trunk. “Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll take care of your bike and get you ship shape.” Then, we headed for Joseph Brant Hospital for some triage amid pandemic times.

With all the imaging done on my head, knees, right hand, I was lucky enough to only have one broken ring finger at the knuckle. The imaging took a few hours while I was wheeled on a stretcher lined with a flat plastic board to protect my back. I was wheeled from hallways, to lobbies, to x-rays to recovery rooms. There was a lot of time for inner reflection.

I felt only dull aches in the hospital. The grill marks on my face felt like faint scrapes. My knees felt like the caps were damaged. My right hand was less flexible. I noticed a bruise at the base of my ring finger. But there was a protective shock that seemed to guard me from feeling searing pain. The impact of the initial fall seemed to be the worst of it. I refused a pain pill, because for some reason, my body was self soothing. I felt like I was slightly detached from my physical being. I was already on the road to healing. I was calm. I asked a few friends to send positive energy and a prayer my way. I felt waves of oceanic peace.

The road to healing

The Next Two Weeks of Healing…

I slather vitamin e cream and aloe vera day gel day and night for two weeks as my face scabs to heal the wounds. The doctor warned me I may get black eyes. The swelling around my eyes becomes greenish under the skin. I take arnica for the inner bruising, vitamins for my brain and immune system, anti-inflammatory smoothies with aloe. I rest. I meditate to expedite the healing. I am shaken, and stirred, but steady. I am so grateful.

The basket at the front of my bike is crushed from breaking my fall. The helmet that was dangling unused from my handle bar cracked, also, somehow, cushioned the blow. My initial cast on my right hand to protect my ring finger is now replaced with a temporary, removable cast of choice, in fuchsia velcro and a royal blue plastic piece that hugs my knuckles. I engage in finger bending physio to relieve the stiffness. I avoid the sun till evening and protect my face.

Crowning Achievement and a Personal Vow

A new wheel, a new basket, new brakes and a helmet forever, and ever, from now on. In 3 more weeks, I will be back at it again. The truth is, I cannot wait to start biking again. I am also considering leather gloves to protect my digits and the pads of my palms.

Taking Flight

The freedom of moving through the air on a bicycle is a lot like taking flight. Unlike the plane, I can feel the wind blowing my hair back and the warmth of the sun cheering me on. The steady speed of my weightless being, present, in an ever changing landscape. Call it, an ode to biking. Riding along Lake Ontario’s shores, from Spencer Smith park towards Confederation Park, has been my summer crowning achievement. A good 20 km round trip, plus the distance from my house.

An Ode to Biking

An ode to biking. The difference between myself and them? Decades of biking experience. All photos and article by Paula Erskine

I was inspired by Amsterdam’s bike culture, on my many layover trips to the Netherlands. They do everything, everyday on their bikes, often without a helmet. They are experienced riders with dedicated bike lanes, obeying traffic laws and weaving seamlessly through the canals of the city. In Amsterdam, bikes rule, cars are a rare sight. Social distancing measures and travel bans to travel abroad have caused bicycles, and parts, to sell out locally, as citizens explore our home and native land. Next goal? More lakeside biking as well as the Hamilton Rail Trail.

A Looming Modelling Gig in the Aftermath

My agent sends me an email for a hair client that wants some recent pictures before a mid-august shoot. It is still the audition stage. Gratefully, my scabs have fallen off, just in time. I am left with pink skin at the top of the nose and less pink on my healed forehead. I pull out my full kit of makeup for the first time since quarantining in March. I dab the concealer, fill in my brows, a little gold on the eyes. I powder the foundation to mask the wound on the upper bridge of my nose. And, voila!

A little Chanel Soleil Tan golden cream on the cheeks, neutral gloss on lined lips, and a new, unworn dress. I set my hair in velcro rollers at my mother’s handy dandy hair salon and park myself under the hair dryer dome. I release the velcro and shake my head upside down. I can still feel the waning heaviness from two weeks ago around my nose and cheeks. I flip my hair up and shake it all off. The curtain calls. I make my first selfie debut post bike accident. Before the accident, this accidental photo captured by friend Alexis Lagos of Laceup Imagery. Then again, there is no coincidence.

Hair Toss, Shake My head. From the Portfolio of Paula Erskine. VMTM agency, Wilfer Torres Makeup, Duarte of Studio Hair Design, Toronto

A Storied Face

For better or worse, this is who I am, and what I look like so far. Every setback takes processing. It does not matter if I get the job or not. Facing forward, hair tossed back, I play with the camera and the evening sun. My face is storied. It reflects all that has impacted my life until now. Let me be the poster adult for bike helmets; for a lesson well learned. A life more biked. A world more traveled. Let me make new memories to crowd this fading memory out into distant history.

Elevated Luster

I am making selfies for my agent in my mother’s backyard oasis. The gratitude for my life is pouring through my cells. My eyes speak to the camera. They emit a humble victory at the mercy of the Mother Earth. The joy is palpable. Every hair on my head is saluting the powers that be. I feel an elevated luster from within. I snap a few shots from my cell, and check the photos. I cannot contain my relief. The “joie de vivre” returns. Inner jubilance is rising. Reigning in the ego, I live to breath another day. I can feel the halo of the sun hugging me warmly, in all its sunset glory.


  1. Jukie

    August 27, 2020 at 2:43 pm

    Beautifully written by a beautiful person inside and out!

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 27, 2020 at 3:01 pm

      Thank you Julie, I miss you girl! Ah! When will we fly again?!

      Paula xo

    • Brenda

      August 27, 2020 at 9:15 pm

      Get well beautiful…and continue to enjoy your bike rides.xoxo

      • Catwalk to Runway

        August 28, 2020 at 6:34 pm

        Thanks Brenda!!!

  2. Karen Holmes

    August 27, 2020 at 2:53 pm

    Sister Paula, I was drawn into and feeling your pain reading about your misfortune with the bike. So glad that you have healed with the helping hands of our inner strength showing how it can pull us through anything if we let it.

    I love the picture of your hair toss it captures the beautiful woman inside & out you are.

    Sending much love to you and momma Carmela. English Sisters!!!! xo

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 27, 2020 at 3:00 pm

      British sisters! You are so missed! Thank you, I feel your vibes. You are all so amazing too! Thank you for supporting and sending your heartfelt message. Paula, your sister too xo Carmela sends her love always too. Join us on zoom, vibes are surprisingly amazing! Not so surprising, but delightful!

  3. Olga

    August 27, 2020 at 4:03 pm

    Hi beautiful Paula, I saw your photo, your hurt face!!! I was shocked initially, hoping you were not badly hurt… as I read your blog, I was relieved that you were not seriously hurt (except for your ego)🥰 You are inspiring! I love your passion and drive for all things natural. Wear that helmet on your head, forever and ever… Way to go, on your 20k cycles through those enchanting paths. Miss you girl! Hope to see you again very soon xo

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 28, 2020 at 6:40 pm

      Miss you too Olga! You have same great moves, and I know you are a fan of staying active, and are a former Burlingtonian. So you are familiar with the lure of these bike paths, the lakeshore, nature. I will definitely up my game very soon and get back out there. Thanks for your comments and kind words. xo

  4. Lisa

    August 27, 2020 at 4:10 pm

    Hey Paula 🙂
    I always find my ego is the most bruised part initially. My face went red hot while reading about your accident. I’m sorry you had to go through that! Sending love! 💙

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 28, 2020 at 6:37 pm

      Ah! The ego…trying to get away with it…but there is not freedom without common sense. Thanks Lisa!

  5. Pamela

    August 27, 2020 at 4:12 pm

    You were actually quite fortunate in your misfortune. Speedy recovery and enjoy getting back to riding

    • Kristi

      August 27, 2020 at 4:56 pm

      Sending love to you to heal up! This is a journey and remember that! You writing about it allowed others to open up! ❤️

      • Catwalk to Runway

        August 28, 2020 at 6:35 pm

        Thanks Kristi I heard about alot of close calls from friends biking…the things you find out about afterward. Thanks for encouraging me. You know I am your biggest fan xo love you lots.

    • catwalktorunway

      August 27, 2020 at 9:01 pm

      Couldn’t agree with you more! Lucky indeed! Thanks Pamela and always lovely to hear from you! xo

      • Anna

        August 28, 2020 at 1:21 pm

        Ahhh the dilemma wear the helmet or not!… I found myself thinking this the other day..and I didn’t now in reading your article it is a reminder no matter what wear it!!.. I won’t second guess the option any longer. I hope you heal up nicely Paula but no matter because even with your scraped up nose, your still beautiful. Xoxo

        • Catwalk to Runway

          August 28, 2020 at 6:33 pm

          Thank you Ana, lesson learned…hair-shmare…..need to grow up. I am healing well. Thanks for the comments!

          • Kruti Gandhi

            August 28, 2020 at 9:57 pm

            I loved this blog. The last time I saw you, I forgot that you even fell. I didn’t see anything obvious on your face. Looks like it’s healing pretty fast sister.

          • Catwalk to Runway

            August 29, 2020 at 3:24 am

            Thanks Kruti, you are too kind!

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 28, 2020 at 8:31 pm

      Fortunate in the misfortune, so true, thank you, I got the lesson. Thanks Pamela!

  6. Jenny

    August 28, 2020 at 1:22 am

    Fantastic blog!!! You are a talented writer!!!! So sorry to hear you’ve gone through such a tough ordeal!! You are a beautiful soul & we pray for your quick recovery! Big hugs & lots of love to you!! Xoxoxo 😘😘❤️❤️❤️

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 28, 2020 at 6:34 pm

      Thanks Jenny! Getting there, love you all your brood too! xo

  7. Anna

    August 28, 2020 at 1:20 pm

    Ahhh the dilemma wear the helmet or not!… I found myself thinking this the other day..and I didn’t now in reading your article it is a reminder no matter what wear it!!.. I won’t second guess the option any longer. I hope you heal up nicely Paula but no matter because even with your scraped up nose, your still beautiful. Xoxo

  8. antonia

    August 28, 2020 at 2:11 pm

    You are an inspiration, my friendica. 🙂 Always so positive and radiant. Shine on! Miss you!!

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 28, 2020 at 6:31 pm

      Miss you my friend, thank you for designing my website, you make me look good, even with bruises. xoxo

  9. Ewa Kupczyk

    August 28, 2020 at 5:27 pm

    Paulinka! Love the blog and your writing! Do me a favor, don’t test things like this anymore, just wear a bloody helmet so your inner flight attendant can rest rather than be on full alert, ok ?!
    I have had the same experience years ago, before the flight attendant years,trying to cut short through a gas station- long story short- hit the oil patch…it hurt,
    Your beauty shines through your scrapes and bruises, always! That’s your inner glamour girl 🙂
    Glad you are healing well! Luv ya!💖😘

    • Catwalk to Runway

      August 28, 2020 at 6:30 pm

      Your killing me, you are funnier! You win….inner flight attendant…hahahahha sorry about the oil patch…second time I heard about gas station spills. Love you too! xoxo

  10. Stephanie Wand

    August 29, 2020 at 10:47 pm

    Paula I love this blog!! It was so well written! Also I’m happy that your safe and it was nothing to bad. We live and learn from our life lessons! Stay safe

    • Catwalk to Runway

      September 1, 2020 at 2:30 am

      Thank you fly with Steph for supporting me! Your blog and instagram have great tips and I am following them too. Canada is a great country to explore. We find great gems everywhere we go. I will pickup the biking again soon, in the meantime, hiking and swimming 🙂 xo

  11. Eva

    September 4, 2020 at 1:07 pm

    Awesome blog! I guess riding with no helmet is like driving without a seat belt. Need to protect that beautiful head of yours, Paula. So glad you are ok Wishing you a speedy recovery 🥰

    • Catwalk to Runway

      September 4, 2020 at 1:17 pm

      Thanks Eva, we keep each other’s ego in check. Mostly mine, haha. Miss flower lady!!

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