$insult += $injury
I decided that rather than sit around on my butt, I should to try to get some fresh air and go cycling. So, I went out and rode over toward Allentown. I thought about picking up a botle of vermouth, but I’d left my Timbuk2 at home.
So, I turned around and headed home. At the top of the hill at the intersection of Center and New, though, I lost control. I’m not sure how. I remember thinking, immediately afterward, that it should have been pretty embarassing, but now I don’t remember why. Anyway, I wiped out and scraped the crap out of my right arm. So, in a lot of pain, I cruised over to work and washed my wound, and Anita and Keith helped me get bandaged up. Leaving, I realized that my rear wheel had bent and was no longer true. Every half turn it knocked against the rear brake pad.
I walked home and finished washing up. I figure I’ll take my bike over to Genesit to get its wheel trued this week sometime. Even with a maintenance manual on its way, I don’t feel like messing around with my spokes.
Strangely enough, though, I feel better in general, now. Go figure!