Ouch!

Usually, this is how I look riding my bike. Today, I ended up sprawled out on the asphalt, blinded by the sun, dazed and confused, with my bike on top of me!

I crashed into the back of Tim's bike at the crest of a small incline at the 605 Fwy. along Arrow Hwy.

The first thought I remember having was, "Thank God I'm wearing a helmet!" I actually felt my head reverberate inside the helmet as my body slammed onto the asphalt. Anyone who rides without a helmet is an idiot -- plain and simple.

I had my eyes closed most of the time, but there was an endless stream of Good Samaritans who stopped to offer assistance. One young man helped Tim get me out of the roadway and onto the curb.

Thankfully, our wonderful neighbor picked us up in their truck and brought us and our bikes home. While waiting, I just laid out on the sidewalk and tried not to cry. There's no crying in cycling! What did make me cry was the witch hazel Tim put on my cuts when we got home. My neighbors must have heard me yelling, "Blow it! Blow it!" at Tim as he dabbed my skin with a cotton swab.

After a stiff drink, a few pain killers, a nap, and a warm shower, I think I'll be fine. But, don't look for me on the bike trail for a few days. The bikes were unhurt.

Happy Mother's Day to me!