Sometimes it's the smallest thing that causes a crash. In this case, it was a bug. It hit me in the eye, I braked - hard - with one hand, and flew ass-over-teakettle into the street. "I'm fine," I told the man who helped me up. My knee was scraped raw, my helmet cracked. I … Continue reading Pride goeth
I blame the new bike bag, really. It's lovely and waterproof and oh-so-practical - a Real Bike Commuter bag - but it needs to be packed differently than my old bag. Which means I need to remember different things when I'm getting ready to leave the office. Which means I wasn't thinking of where I … Continue reading Daredevil
Christine Hanolsy 