April 22, 2011

• Friday, April 22, 2011

  It has not been a pleasant morning.  I fell on my way down Market.  There was a large patch of oil in front of Marshalls on Market at 4th and biker after biker went down on it.  It happened so fast--  I was riding and then I was down.  I don't think I'm too badly banged up-- mostly because I slid on the oil instead of smacking on the ground.but I'm feel stiff and crappy.  This is what two of the cans of diet coke that were in my backpack look like now--  it's pretty much how I feel:

  

  I can report that of the eight or ten riders who fell after me I was the only one who was screaming "Fuck" at the top of lungs from the moment he started skidding on the grease.  I should probably work on that.  Mom thinks we could pay off the national debt by installing a swear jar next to my desk.  I'm supposed to ride tomorrow and it's my last ride before going on vacation.  I really want to go and hope I don't have to cancel.  I took some Advil and I'm starting to feel a lot better.  Mr. Poe's coming to take me out for lunch and I'm going to see how I'm moving.  I'd like to ride my bike home after work-- with a new helmet as the one I was wearing was likely damaged--  and see how I feel.  Developing.

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