12 August 2011

Enough with the band-aids and Neosporin. Seriously. Enough with asphalt and cement. Just enough.


  1. I wrecked badly enough a few weeks ago, I sold my bike. And I have cardiac arrest every time I see a casual rider going more than 10 miles an hour.

    "You're gonna die! You're gonna die!"

  2. Unfortunately, yes. A car made a last-minute right turn without signalling and I didn't have time to safely come to a stop. Fortunately, it was the least damaging of my falls to my body, but not to the bike. The guys at my bike shop recognize me now...