|The New Bike|
|A Mouse Took this Picture|
|Fall Color is Holding on Tight|
|Built trails at Libby Hill - Not where I crashed.|
|It Looks Less Scary In This Picture|
I crashed in the woods. A pedal strike on a rock buried in leaves stopped the bike but not me. OTB and into a tree. I wasn't going fast but my inability to take a deep breath makes me think there was a rib involved. Turning over in bed takes time. Riding to work the next day confirmed it. Any effort that got me breathing over a moderate rate felt like a knife stabbing me in the side.
I'm pretty disappointed that I
Oh, and after the crash I pinch flatted on the way out of the woods with a mile to go.