Two thousand kilometers without a single incident and then a warm-up morning ride on County Road 2 puts me down hard.
And all because the fuckin' local township's idea of road maintenance is to push all the stone and sand on the shoulder into a nice little pile right beside the edge of the road.
I must admit I was pretty cavalier about wearing a helmet before today but I would have had scrambled eggs for brains right now without that bit of Styrofoam between my head and the pavement this morning.
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
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