8.10.2009

another thing to check off the list

I had my first bike wreck in Denver yesterday. Because I am a klutzy moron and tried to go up over a curb that I didn't know was a curb. It's a long story. Anyway, I didn't get too banged up:



Just one pretty good scrape on my elbow, one on my hand, one on my shoulder and my left leg is a giant bruise from hip to knee. All in all I feel pretty lucky. Trust me, it could've been much, much worse.

Luckily, it was Sunday and there weren't too many people out, so I avoided getting run over in the process of looking like a retard who doesn't know how to ride a bike.

And, yes, Mom, I was wearing my helmet.

The big question of the day is this: I'm almost 39 years old, when do I get to stop wrecking on my bike?