Tasty armadillo?

# Chapter 117

Holiday falls. This is the year of many things, and for me at least, it is the year of Holiday falls. On Father’s Day I turned my back into hamburger with a terrible crash over a dead armadillo. Yesterday, Thanksgiving, my rear tire got caught in the wet railroad rail, and spun my bike around sideways, and although I tried, I couldn’t recover and so I hit the asphalt again. Albeit in slow motion and into a water puddle. So a mostly wet event, although my elbow is chewed up pretty good. What is it with these Holiday falls??

On the grateful side, I continue to be able to ride, even with all these falls, and so I am thankful that Father’s Day crash, did not permanently handicap me. I am very thankful for this. The caliber of injuries I got from Father’s Day Crash were the type that keep people off their bikes after an event like that. While I have lots and lots of new scars, they are in places that few people will ever see. Another thing to be thankful for. And the road rash from yesterday’s misadventure is just going to add to scars and marks I already bear.

On the non-grateful side, if there weren’t so many cars and dogs and roadkill distracting me, I don’t think that either one of these falls would have happened. The world is not going to bow down to my wishes on this one, I understand that, but I can still wish that cars would slow down and move farther away from me, that people would pen their dogs and that the buzzards would work more quickly and clear the roadkill faster and better. But maybe armadillos aren’t very tasty.