Chapter 325

Head over heels. Ouch. It really hurts, almost as much as getting t-boned by a car in an intersection like I did two years ago. Was riding downhill, i. e. fast, looking at the three dogs chasing me, and suddenly I was flying through the air, and then slamming down on the asphalt and screaming in road rash pain. The asphalt always wins when I fall off my bicycle. This one left me short of a great deal of skin and I must have harmed every muscle in my whole body. I can’t hardly move. All because of a dead armadillo in my way that I did not see until after the asphalt beat the crap out of me.

It was a happy Father’s Day gift from the universe, to remind me of how fragile that I am. The asphalt always wins. The car always wins. The bike never wins, nor does the body, when there is contact between me and with asphalt and cars. I have been reminded before, and I have the scars to prove it. There will be additional scars from this encounter that I lost. And lost sleep. And Slow moving for a week or more. Very unsubtle reminders at every move, that you are lucky to be alive after slamming into the highway at 30 mph, ripping your clothes, breaking your helmet, and generally scrapping your skin off your body.

Somehow the dead armadillo doesn’t care.