So, I had my first crash last night. It was the stupidest thing - I hit a raised manhole cover on a dark street, lost my balance and went for a slide along the asphalt. Luckily I didn't hit my head and I stopped before I hit the gutter, but I have 2 grazed palms, a shredded ankle, and a grazed elbow, knee, and - wait for it - nipple. How, I'm not sure, because I was wearing a high-neck tshirt that isn't torn at all.
The really dumb thing is, I hit the damn thing once before without coming off and thought, "oooh shoot, must remember that's there." And, earlier in the ride, I was thinking, "Hey, I wonder what kind of headlight that guy's got? It's much better than mine!"
Funny though: when I got home, the two-year-old took one look at me and announced that I needed a bath this instant (emphasis hers). Channeling Granny!
The really dumb thing is, I hit the damn thing once before without coming off and thought, "oooh shoot, must remember that's there." And, earlier in the ride, I was thinking, "Hey, I wonder what kind of headlight that guy's got? It's much better than mine!"
Funny though: when I got home, the two-year-old took one look at me and announced that I needed a bath this instant (emphasis hers). Channeling Granny!