I took a pretty good digger, Cool War Wounds!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I went for a bike ride by myself yesterday. I had a couple of hours put aside. Dana was off saving the world. The girls were off to spend some time with their grandfather. It would be a good time for me to ride by myself.
So I get to the rail trail. The parking lot that I normally park in is full. Since I have to park in the dirt one I decide to take the trail north to the NH border. I get on my bike. Ride a mile or so and then it happens. i just went to fix my earphone for my ipod and next thing I know as I go to slow down my extra sensitive brake flew me over my handlebars. I just tapped it and it must have been my front brake because i only tapped one side and the next thing I know I am face down in the dirt. MY pride, was banged up pretty bad.
I have some good bruises to remember the trip by, but all in all no permanent damage done. I will now pull over for any adjustments as I ride. I am just not that talented. Maybe someday I will be a steady driver that can sit and not hold the handle bars, but I am so not that driver.