It’s OK, the road broke my fall

Well hell, guess I’m a statistic now. Well, more of a stastc than I was already. You see, at precisely the time I should be burrying myself in VeloReviews I went and flew myself over the handlebars. The result: 1 destroyed jersey, one scratched up helmet, cosmetic damage to me ride, ribs that hurt with every cough, burp or deap breath, and a broken clavicle. Damn!

Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find a comfortable way to type at a proper keyboard yet so I’m forced to tap this out on my phone. With that, I may be delayed getting back to you. Bear with me.

Until next time, keep your head over your saddle over your pedals. Keep riding!