Do I really need to write anything other than the title above?
I certainly hope nobody saw me slowly, inexorably plummet against the guard rail at Rio Bravo and the Bike Path last evening. Or continue my two-stage fall from the guard rail onto the bike path surface itself. I think the guy fishing along the ditchbank didn’t see me, because I didn’t see him laughing his ass off.
Pride largely intact, I rode home whereupon my wife laughed, even when I showed her the immediate bruising.
(insert nonexistent photo of immediate bruising here)
Perhaps clip pedals are another example of humans taking a very fun activity and masochistically twisting it to the point of not being fun.
Or perhaps I am the most uncoordinated ambulatory person in the Universe.
Have a good weekend everybody.
P.S.: More bad teacher pontifications to follow…when the bruises (especially the job-related mental ones) heal.