faceplant

So I was riding to the gym this morning, when my bike lost traction and slid out from under me, sideways. I tummy surfed the streets of Jerusalem for a bit, and when I stopped I took a few minutes just to taste the pavement and make sure I was still alive. I got up, to find that my shirt had done a much better job cleaning the street than the stupid truck-thingie. I took a couple minutes to make sure my bike was ok, and then headed off to the gym. I didn't even see all the scrapes until I got home and showered. Even now, there is dirt embedded in my skin.

You should see the street - it'll never mess with me again.