I lost a screw in my cleat and so I couldn't unclip. I would twist my foot and it twisted the cleat against the shoe. Anyway, I rode across a place where they put logs to fill in the bottom of the gully. I had always chickened out on it before. It used to be REALLY bad. There was a deep gully with a HUGE log across the trail just beyond. We always had to dismount there. So someone did what seemed logical. They cut out the tree and used smaller logs to fill in the gully. I was always freaked by it due to it's earlier incarnation. Then, finally, last Tuesday I tried it and succeeded. Today, I think I must have been tired from the Hoyles Mill ride. That and maybe problems unclipping. My front wheel twisted as I went down. I landed straight onto the end of my handlebar. I can't figure out if I'm better or worse off that I landed precisely between my boobs. Little Peter said it looked like I fell in slow motion. It didn't seem all that slow to me. Anyway, this is what happened.

After a scant 2 hours the injury doesn't look too good.

After a scant 20 hours the bruising is much more apparent.

©2005 Barbara Anne am Ende