Vince and I went for a bike ride today. It’s one of my 2 Saturday things. [The second being swimming – but we can’t go right now as Vince is recovering from shingles.]
On the way back, I pulled a Gayle and fell off my bike. Yes, some blood, lots of bruising and embarrassment abound.
I was trying to stop for a rest, aiming to rest a foot on a rock. I hit the brakes too hard, too soon and had to put my foot down to balance myself. Except that I was at the very side/edge of the groomed path and it was sloping away so I didn’t have the ground as close as I thought. As Vince says, since my balance is skewed, I couldn’t compensate and over I went.