Thanks Queen for getting that stuck in my jukebox of a brain. Does anyone have a quarter (or is it a $1 now?) so I can choose a new song?
This is what I did on Saturday:
This is what I did today (Sunday):
Yes, it hurt. A lot. Still does in fact. (I hope I can get out of bed tomorrow.) I don’t know which was worse… the banged up body, the grass stained shirt, the broken glasses or the wounded pride.
I finished my ride though, primarily because some nice gentleman helped me get the chain back on the bike, and my sunglasses (clip-on) held my glasses together. Figured it was best to get back on the horse bike that threw me.
Yes, I’ll ride again. I probably shouldn’t go by myself though. I have to give my friends and family a chance to laugh at help me.
Mrs. V
~I’m fine Mom, really I am! I was wearing my helmet.
Tags: bike riding, bike signs, funny, Queen, wipe out
I’m glad you’re OK. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much. As to which was worse, it all sounded bad. Well, at least you got back on the horse/bike.
I’m so picturing that horrible spill you took on the pea-gravel in front of our house that time – when you tore your hand to shreds. Heeby-jeebies (sp?) just thinking about that. Ugh.
Be careful, would you?
And what type of bike do you have? We’re looking for some, and I want to avoid what you are riding…
(Seriously, we are looking…)
Ouch! Hope you’re doing better! That had to have hurt!!! (Glad you were wearing a helmet!)
Oh, Ang, I’m sorry, I did laugh a little.
But I really do hope you’re okay.
You are one of my favorite readers. I can’t lose you!
I hope you had on a helmet . . .
Feel better.
~m
~m… The helmet was on!
RC… Yeah, the pea gravel incident was the first thing I thought of too. Dad so graciously picking it out of my knee, elbow and hand. No pea gravel this time.
Joanharvest and Julie… I’m doing fine. It hurts a bit, but hey that’s to be expected, I suppose.