It is starting to get cold enough that I am anticipating the end of bike-ride-to-work season. I was surprised this morning to feel a pang of regret over this. The early morning exercise, concentration and surprises [like the groundhog across from the VTR] helped me be a better worker.

That was written yesterday. There is a unique savor to self-inflicted irony. I went ass-over-teakettle last night on my way to a meeting about crime in Tremont. I was mugged by the sidewalk but it only took my dignity. The damage report is a scraped left palm, abraded left cheek, busted chin, broken left toe and broken right elbow. That’s what I get for riding down the sidewalk too fast, and using my front brake too much. If I get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow I’ll look like I belong to a fight club.

I’ve always wanted to learn how to do more shit southpaw anyway.

3 thoughts on “Teakettle

  1. Oh crap, I hate when that happens. I hope you recover fully and continue to ride.
    I went over the bars this summer. Luckily the only thing that broke was my bike’s rear deraileur hanger. On the plus side I learned what a deraileur hanger is, how it helps to keep the frame from getting damaged and where to buy a new one. I found a replacement at Fidrich’s of all places after searching without much luck on the net.
    Hopefully some positives will come out of this for you.

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