Well, it happened. I crashed. Dad gave us all a stern lecture about wearing our helmets even if we weren't going that far. And so I wore my helmet yesterday to and from Days Market even though it's only a block or so away from home. On the return, I was going a little too fast and I didn't slow down enough for a left turn. I soon found myself crashing to the road. The road bashed into me in three main spots: my right elbow, my right hip, and the right side of my forehead (protected by the aforementioned helmet). I am most grateful that my shoulder stayed in its socket since it has a history of not doing such kind deeds. Today it's been achy, and I hope nothing's torn. So, yes, blessings do come from honoring the padres.
I figure it's actually nice that I crashed. I figure it this way: (a) it wasn't really too bad of a crash, (b) I now know I can't take turns that quickly (c) I will forevermore wear a helmet. I suppose what I'm saying is that I'm an idiot and it takes a lil' fiasco like this to help me gain some knowledge/experience.
School's swell. I'm really enjoying it.
9 days till Yuba! And a 3-day weekend coming up!
2 comments:
Safety First! Gosh!
Joel Friel, triathlete and cycling coach says, "There's only two kinds of cyclists, those who've crashed and those that will." Welcome to the group!
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