First head-over-handlebars of the season

It’s just been the week for small injuries for me. After stabbing myself with a screw driver yesterday, today I tore out of the driveway on my bike like I usually do, cold cranking it in low gear to get over the rough ground.

What I didn’t anticipate is that yesterday, I took the exact path I did today. It was solid, a little loose rock on top, but nothing unexpected. Today, I hit it doing 15 miles per hour, and instead of the rough but ridable I had yesterday, it had thawed underneath and formed a six inch deep pool of rock, perfect for stopping me dead in the three foot space it occupied. I went head over handlebars and landed tits up on the ground, wincing a little as my bike fell back down and flopped over.

Note to self: Mother earth is a bitch. Don’t let her get the upper hand next time.