11 September 2010

ride, sting, fall

A couple photos of the 640 at Bahia Honda and the old bridge separating the Atlantic from the Gulf of Mexico. 

What's interesting about the photo is just as I took the last photo there was an intense pain in my wrist. I had a bee in my riding gear and it had just stung me. At that moment, my bike's centerstand sunk into the gravel on the right side and the bike fell down the small hill, landing on the gravel with a thud. My helmet went rolling toward the water, gloves following and I scrambled toward the bike with my suit half off trying to get the bee out of my suit.

Gas was dripping, helmet rolling, wrist searing...a comedy of errors.

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