Tuesday, August 01, 2006
What can I say, now that the "I told you so" field is wide open, I can't treat my bro like that. The fact of the matter is this, the learning process comes with some consequences, and we all have to experience them. Road biking is no different.
S'quatch busted his arm flipping over the bars of his road bike. That's right- he wrecked on the pavement and sprained or maybe broke his wrist last night. Oh bitter fate! Oh cruel temptress speed!
The details are not important- a dog, a swerve, a crossed wheel, a familiar and sad story. The blame goes where? The dog? The swerve? I say this is an indictment of road biking itself!
My treatment reccomendation is two weeks off the bike completely, take up walking and treading water as cross training, and get some damn x-rays. S'quatch on the other hand (no pun intended) is hoping to put some kind of Wal-Mart brace on it, skip the x-rays, and ride on!
You have to admire the guy's spirit.
That's all for now. I'm headed for the golf course with Tommy Torso. Sorry Dr. D, wish you were joining us.
I ask you all, for the sake of your inner children...
If there is any possible way you can skip out early, call in sick, or quit your job altogether, I ask you- why not today? Why not right now?