He was out riding for leisure when he was doored. He took the corner of the door in his shoulder and it left a pretty nasty gash. It took ten stitches to close it up. His bike is un-rideable with bent handle bars and wheels out of true. Maybe I should get this shirt for him. Though she was at fault, the lady who doored him had the nerve to say she wanted money to fix her car.
Though I won't commute by bike until my riding partner is healed and in the saddle again, I'm still riding for pleasure. This weekend I'll be taking my mountain bike out on some trails.
I'm also adopting one more small change. Instead of buying boxes of kleenex, I'll be using hankies, as my grandpa used to call them. Actually I have a ton of bandanna's that will serve the purpose and they will barely take any room in the washing machine with the rest of the load.
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