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Saturday, August 29, 2009

When the crash happened.

Well, it was bound to happen eventually, took a spill on the bike on my evening ride.

Turns out that the beach trail has a couple treachorous potholes that I hadn't accounted for. Whoops.

But, a skinned knee is pretty small in the grand scheme of things, so other than the "Crap. Now I have to ride home.", I escaped with the only minor embarrassment of nodding at passing drivers that saw that my leg was bleeding.

I am not looking forward to having to separate the tape from my leg hair.

1 comment:

boo said...

Thems battle scars! Road rash is a badge of honor.