Rode for the first time in 3.5 weeks today, since I was laid flat by an unleashed dog. It ran out from between some parked cars. Didn't see me and I didn't see it. I feel lucky though because I didn't break a collarbone or hip or get a nasty concussion. Just 6 broken ribs and a bruised shoulder .Amazingly, the only scratches on the bike are on the very tips of the brifters. It must have somersaulted and flopped over in the grass or something. I didn't move, it felt like my shoulder was totally broken and didn't have a chance to look around. Just waited for the ambulance.

All is feeling pretty good now. At first it felt like I would never be the same again. And the recovery period always feels indefinite. Seems like there's something every couple of years, some unforeseen incident that makes you question why you do this stuff. And lots of deja vu when you feel the same pains time and again.

Anyway, here's to hoping for another few years without a fall.