Your dude is pretty good about keeping the rubber side down. A recent exception to the rule deserves some ink. I’ve had a few days to think it over and for the pain to subside somewhat. The three ingredients that keep coming to mind that make this recipe for disaster are: 1) low headlight battery, 2) too much downhill speed, and 3) overconfidence that I knew the road. Do the opposite of those, and you might reduce your own chances of taking a spill. What’s done is done, but here’s how it happened… and the aftermath. (What was there before math, anyway? Lunch period, probably.)

…just to be A Dude who biked 2,000 miles to be at your door. Those are paraphrased lyrics from The Proclaimers, a Scottish band’s big hit. And it’s a milestone I just passed. Well, yesterday. I added 20 miles tonight. Usually, I’ll get into my Strava statistics on the 11th, but five days early, so what?