Back on the bike after over a year off, I’m pretty damn wobbly. And living on a hill with a 30 degree slope doesn’t help. Seriously, I can’t even walk down my hill, I’m not about to try riding down it. Craig did, and bit it. I held off until we got back and decided to try making it up the hill. I made it about 10 feet before I knew I was going down – the only questions is – rocks or thorns? I had a split second to decide and decided to land in the stones on one side of the street rather than the blackberry brambles on the other.
Afterwards Craig and I stumbled back inside the house to plug our leaks and explore my variety of hemostasis products from my jiujitsu days. Neither of us warranted surgical superglue, so Craig went with spray-on oxidized cellulose (stings like a bitch, apparently), while I went with Band-Aid advanced formula bandages (not really working). In hindsight, the styptic pencil / New Skin liquid bandage combo was probably the way to go.
