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ROAD RASH

This morning I was on the bike path and a guy, a crip, was up ahead. Swinging his cane broadly and taking wide steps he had most of the sidewalk.

He was not going to get out of the way.

So I went on the grass to get around.

Coming back to the path, I hit a valley in the sod; too tight an angle to get back on and the wheel got caught.

I took a spill.

It was a five point landing; chest, hands, knees. A good decision on my part. Had I made one. Distribute the load on as many points as possible.

I got up, dusted off, noted the knee abrasions (none elsewhere) and got back on the bike.

The guy did ask me if I was OK.

He even thanked me for going around him.

He was not being ironic.

Home and time with the ice (the right knee began swelling) I seem to be in good condition.

I sat in a meeting with a wet ice pack and so there was some wound-weeping. Ugly. But there is a big bandaid on it now.

No pain.

Well, it is sore.

Nothing twisted or sprained.

I am a tough bastard. It takes a lot to do me in.

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