i totally crashed today.
lemme tarantino it a bit and backtrack.
about 45 minutes into my ride i encountered a gentleman on a sweet bike who i'd never seen before, he said his name was grant and he was marveling at his new powertap and i was sorta chit chatting with him about it. An hour into the ride there is a spot where if you are on the group ride you turn left but i have my own route that i do, and i turn, you guessed it, right. So i fan way out to make a right and when i make that right, im going at a fair speed of say, 25. I totally slam into him, do a bit of the "concrete waterskier" routine, and finally hit the deck. Dude is screaming like he lost an eye. We are both no worse for the wear besides a little damage to our rigs that is at most cosmetic. Dammit what a bummer. My arms has a couple scratches on it but my hind quarters are shot to hell. Much scratching all over the arse-region. Im so bummed on a lame crash that could have been avoided by either one of us simply indicating which direction we were turning like we had on EVERY turn up to that point. So lame.
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