My biking partner for the day is NOT a speed biker. But, that's totally fine with me. I love chatting with her. And, I figure... an hour pedaling a bike is better than 15 minutes sitting at home eating bon-bons :)
On a slow turn-around as we approached a busy state road, I encountered some loose gravel & went flying OFF my bike. It really wasn't that bad of a fall but, I did manage to scrap the front of my leg on the way off. Nothing but a flesh wound & nothing that kept me from hopping back on & biking more.
When we arrived back at my house, we loaded her bike into the back of my grocery-getter* and headed to her house a few miles closer to the city. After delivering her and her bike home, I headed back to my home in the cornfields. Imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I noticed what I had failed to remove after the bike ride...
I sure hope that the few drivers I passed on the way to my friends house appreciated my concern with safety. I posted a pic of the injury via Facebook & Twitter with the post, "Helmets save lives... but, not legs."
I suppose an accurate caption for the first picture could have been, "Helmets save lives... but, not pride."
31 DAYS OF CRAZY - beginning with more than one day's worth of CRAZY.
That would be me!!
Don't leave home without a helmet!
FARM TALK:
* grocery-getter = what my neighbors call ALL small trucks/light-duty trucks (any truck having a curb weight plus payload of no more than 8,500 pounds; designed primarily for purposes of transportation of persons & property)
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