All was going well until mile 15.5, when a bug landed on my ear, and I reached up to brush it off, causing me to take a spill from my bicycle. At the time, I was averaging 18 miles per hour.
I hate bugs. My bike is okay. Left arm took it all, bloody from below elbow to shoulder. Was really worried about the bike, but the nature of the spill spared it and damage.
On my way down, I yelled, “mother fucker!”. None of that “Jesus take the wheel” for this guy. Hello to all the kids on the trail.
Finished my ride, then stopped at Taco Casa for a Taco Salad (priorities, people!). On my way home, I stopped at Walgreens to get patch-up stuff and a friend I bumped into said, “that’s really not a good look on you”.