When there’s actual dust collecting on your bike, you know it’s been a while since it’s seen any use. So today I decided to head to the Katy Trail and bike 10 or 15 miles. I hopped on, headed out the door, and proceeded to wipe out in my parking lot within 15 seconds of leaving.
I must have been distracted by something, because when I looked up there was a parked car right in front of me — right in a parking spot, where parked cars are supposed to be, that sneaky devil — and my efforts to dodge it ended with much flesh-cement contact.
Usually, I have only my memories to remind me that I’m less than perfectly graceful; it’s nice to have the road burns and partially-functional left wrist to keep that thought front and center.