Handlebar bruise

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!