Friday marked my first wipe-out since I've been back on a bike. The ridiculous thing was that I wasn't even doing my typical city street cycling, but had taken the day off from work and took a lovely, long ride with my husband along a bike path. The boys were in camp so we got a few wonderful hours together, enjoying a lazy ride, not worrying about cars whizzing by. Of course, I am glad I wasn't carrying any of my fellas on the back of the xtra when I took the digger. I got distracted by a water rest stop someone had kindly set up for dogs when I clipped P's back wheel with my front wheel-- giving him some nice tire burn along his left calf and sending me totally sprawling. After a few minutes of sitting along the edge of the path, I managed to get back on the saddle and off we rode. I did, of course, want to document some of my war wounds before getting in the shower to wash off the bike path dust.
Later that afternoon, the UPS guy came by with a big package-- F's first two wheeler, a great balance bike I managed to get a very good deal on. He was excited to try it out and jumped right on, trying to push himself along and balance while remaining seated.