Yep, fell over in middle of road in the midst of changing gears.
It may have been a derailer issue, or perhaps it was the fact that I couldn’t get my feet detached from the pedals quickly enough.
Anyway, I lay there for a bit to make sure I wasn’t dead.
Only slightly battered and bruised.
I was reminded of life. And was grateful to still be living it.
Got up. Dusted self off.
Checked for potential injuries. Found none of consequence.
Put the chain back on where it was supposed to be (learned that handy trick last year). Wiped eye with greasy fingers and smeared black crap all over face.
Got back on bike. Kept going. No other choice.
Equally worth remembering are: the delicious smell of lilacs, the rush of white water, crab apple trees in blossom, and a lone fly fisherman in the river.
P.S. it was a bike not a trike and I wasn’t naked, though I will be in the future and you can stay tuned for that too 😛