... you just have to have a good crash. It had been about three years for me, so I suppose I was due. How it happened is not so important; only that no one was really hurt and I didn't have to go to the hospital on my day off.
Better yet was my stop at Henry's on my way home. Everyone was staring at me and my ripped up shorts. The produce man even offered me a papertowel to mop the blood that continued to ooze from my elbow.
Looking better after a good shower!
That's gonna make for a good story, especially when I'm sport a bathing suit on Monday at Masters!