Crash and Burn

Well, well, well ... guess who I saw heard on last night's commute home.  Yes, you guessed it.  Angry-three-lanes over-going the opposite direction-yelling-guy. You remember him ...

I use a sheet to hide my shame. 

I knew it was him as I looked back over my shoulder and saw his cute, little, baby blue SUV.  This time he shouted something like, "I want to screw you through a sheet."

Obviously, being the married guy I am, I continued on my journey home. 

That was then and this is now.  This morning I had the unfortunate privilege of slamming my body and bike into the ground at about 20 mph on a downhill curve.  Great way to start the morning.  Oh yeah, right in front of a bunch of construction workers. At least they asked if I was OK. 

I ended up with a few scrapes and soreness, and the bike came out better with only a small rip in the seat. 

Here's to popping aspirin all Holiday weekend. 

Coming around the pole on the wet pavement AND DOWN!