The dreaded (yet not unanticipated) sequel to Get On Your Bike And Ride!
So, there I was…
Saturday afternoon, I’m cruisin along I-70 eastbound, coming up on the exit for Earth City Expresway, with no particular place to go, and no particular hurry to get there. Next thing I know, I’m looking at the suspended ceiling of DePaul Hospital’s emergency room, and a fella’s asking me my name, did I know what day it was, etc.
Lot’s of road rash, a busted wing, but otherwise I came out okay (in that it could’ve been much worse). The bike made out much better than I did; it’s got two busted turn signals (front and back right), and the right footrest is bent up at a horrific angle, but otherwise you couldn’t tell it had been crashed.
Three words for any biker: full face helmet! I just had a brain bucket, and my face looks real horrorshow (not that it was all that damned pretty to start with), but it’s mostly scrapes and such, even though I did bite clean through my upper lip (I look like a Futurama character right now).
So…what’d y’all do this weekend?