Last Thursday I was biking to a meeting with Falon when all of a sudden, out of no where – ok nothing jumped out of 'no where' – but for some reason I squeezed my left hand break so tightly that it sent me flying head first over my handlebars. I landed smack on my coconut, skidded a little until my lip and arm had collected enough gravel to make me stop sliding.
I was wearing my helmet.
Thank goodness.
I was seeing stars for a minute and had to sit a spell to focus before getting back on the bike to continue on my way. Having my helmet on (probably) saved me from a concussion and the time suck of having to sit at a hospital for a few hours.
Thank you Falon and the two strangers that helped put me back together.
Thank you helmet
Love,
Chicago's biggest spaz!