suddenly all i remember is realizing our bikes are too close together, yelling "shit! shit! shit! SHIT!", pushing off her shoulder to try and regain my balance and the next thing i know, i am scraping myself across the shoulder of the road, gravel in my hands, my leg, my stomach.
OUCH. that freaking hurt. the pain of the accident compared to the pain of cleaning the asphalt out of my skin? doesn't even compare. the pain of cleaning out the asphalt compared to spraying open skin with bactine? forget about it.
thankfully brenda was kind enough to come pick me up and didn't seem too worried about whether or not i was going to get blood all over her brother's pickup truck. thank goodness for good friends.
all in all, i'm doing ok. its just some road rash afterall, but its gonna sting for a few days.
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I can't tell what body part that is a picture of. I could guess, but I could be way way off.
its my hip. those are my ripped shorts. that scrape is about 5 inches in diameter and was the most photogenic of the scrapes.
the ones down my leg and on my arms are just brown and nasty, not nice & pink.
Oh! Ok then I'll tell you what it looked like. It looks like a chubby person's knee. The kind that doens't have a definable knee cap.
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