Just three miles or so into the ride to Lakewood today, my gear slipped, so my foot slipped, then I slipped off the seat. There I was, running with the bike between my legs, pedals gouging into my legs — totally out of control. I was sure I was going down, but somehow I didn’t. I came to a halt up a little berm on the side of the trail still upright. Just a few gashes and bruises.
Got back on the horse and made the best time yet. Wahooza. Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride.