like the upward two finger salute, all I tried to do was pull an annoying long, loose, grass weed, from the hub of my front wheel. Seemed fine, rolling along dangling catiouslly and ready to pinch. Instead of a pull out, in went my hand, and to a complete stop, wedged like a snapping turtle. The suddeness and the stupidity on my part I sprung up as a punch drunk fighter, ready to roll on.
too much damage, not much physical, a bit of an adrenaline fog embarassment. Two shreded spokes, and a way out-a-line wheel, a slow roll home.
I don't have much patients for healing, or respect for pain.
I shared wonderful birthday cupcakes with Lee, My birthday.
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