i ate it pretty solid during first run last night.
i was coming around a right curve with a left
lane trajectory which put me in a particular
situation: kiss the parked cars with my lips then
my ass or send myself and the big bike rider in
front of me sliding down the pavement.
i jammed my brake and of course it locked,
i flew over my aerobars, skidded 10 feet
between the rider and the cars and managed
to only get some road rash and a tibial plateau
that jabby bit is supposed to be flat. right now
i gotta rock a full leg brace and these delicious
vicodin. tomorrow i have to see an orthopedic
surgeon, as it's likely that my PCL is torn.
i did bomb (albeit rather slowly and disoriented)
the rest of the
hill, and wanna give props to Team Medic for their
care and expertise, A-ron for making me sit down
and let them do their thing instead of trying to go
back up the hill and Handsome Dave for being so
Also Eamo for cutting his last bomb before leaving
town short to get me back to his place and keep
me drunk enough to fall asleep. Somehow we
couldn't find the down elevators, so we retardedly
decided it was a good idea to do hellway to get home.