Kangatopia

I was late picking my sister and son up at the airport the day they came home from Ohio.  I went on a rally in a little Texas town that morning, but it rained and fearing for my safety from the lightening – I didn’t ride very far.  When I got back to my neck of the woods, I went on a quick ride with a friend.  I followed him too closely on the home stretch, and splashed on the pavement after my front tire clipped his back tire.  After the fall, I rolled into the street into the path of an oncoming SUV.  I guess you could say that a badly skinned knee is fortunate.  My kids, when telling the story to each other, referred to my friend as the guy who knocked Mommy off her bike.  A couple of days later he had his own crash, and I swear I didn’t gloat for even one tiny instant.

I’ve decided to not ride any more rallies this summer.  I may try again in the fall when it’s not so horribly hot outside.  The morning rides are going well (when we can manage them), and the gym work-outs are keeping me on track inbetween.