Sunday, June 27, 2010
This morning, we took our bikes out and rode together for the first time. We went to the mall so she could practice her route to work and see how long it took and then we went and did a little shopping. At Walmart, she bought me a back pack to ride with, which was really sweet and surprising.
I ended up being really glad I had it because on the way back, just a block from the loft, we hit an area where the road was torn up and I crashed. My front tire caught and stopped and I went over the handlebars. I kind of rolled in the air and allowed the backpack to take part of the fall and the skidding. I left a pretty good patch of skin from my left shoulder (I was wearing a sleeveless shirt) and a smaller one from my knee, but the bike held up fine.
When I was cleaning up in the bathroom though, it really hurt to bend over. There was a searing pain in my side and I don’t know what it was. It pretty much subsided after a while, but it kind of scared me.
The Restoration Tour 