It was a fairly exciting moment when I felt the tire not exactly go where I wanted it to go. I caught a glimpse of a few sparks as all balance was lost and gravity and inertia did their number on me. Dressed in a nice short sleeved dress shirt and jeans I hit the pavement nearly instantly and skidded to a stop after some distance. Usually I'm wearing armour, gloves etc when ripping through our forests, but a pleasant ride home at night down the hills of NV didn't seem like the occasion for that level of protection.
Anyway, after dusting myself off and making sure nothing was broken, the burning pain of road rash on my forearm flashed. Some how the fabric of my shirt was hardly affected as was the skin directly below.
There's the thing.
Or where she didn't pick up her foot high enough and falls to the carpet skinning her cheek, on that aggressive and evil texture to the collagen deficient.
|Jakob and Raqu watching Coraline yesterday|
never mind that......