St. Patty's Day Smack Down
I think I am ready to write about one of the scariest days of my life. Funny thing is that I do not remember the horrific details, but I will write what my friends tell me what happened when I was unconscious or just do not remember. On Monday morning March 17, 2014 I put on my #Bicycle Commuter Cabal green jersey and headed to work. It was drizzling slightly, but it was warm. I had my yellow rain jacket on and three tail flashers on my bike, two red and one white. I left my house about 6:15 AM and started my 25 mile commute to work. This commute takes me about one hour and thirty minutes. I was taking an easy pace because I had just finished a big 145 mile ride to St. Mark's on Friday so I jut wanted to relax today. Everything went as usually until I was riding on the short stretch of Newton Road (HWY 91). I do not remember turning on to HWY 91 so everything that I write from here on is from what my friends have told me. I was struck from behin...
Isn't it great when that mother in your head starts telling you to play it safe and you get to ignore it....living your life FREE!
ReplyDeleteGo Lonnie, hands across the commuting ocean from orkney.
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