Well, the old adage that things happen in threes holds true. This morning, when I got on Ike the Bike, I neglected to tighten the seat after having folded the bike the other day. As I headed out for my ride, down a steep, steep hill, I got up on my feet and put my weight down on the handlebars. Then I sat down to begin my descent and the seat just sank. Flip, flip, flop, skid, wipe out. Now I have my official biking war tattoos.
One: Keys run over
Two: Photos run over
Three: Me run over
Enough of that.
