...and starts making passes at me, which would have been okay except i had fifty pounds of food in my backpack and another twenty pounds dangling off the handlebars... and then i had to complicate things by kicking at the dog... i cant see for shit, depth perception gone, coordination going, so i fall off my bike, thinking, "fuck, i hope i didnt smash the bread."... a lady across the street starts yelling, "are you okay, are you okay?!?"
a small patch of honda rash and a sprained wrist.
the dogs here in the shire seem to be nervous today, maybe the weather, cold, threatening snow, has made them more alert... maybe their masters are nervous and that got to the dogs...
anyhow, there's a mile of gentle uphill on the main leg to the store, so i go slow on the way out, and the dogs never bark except today they barked me most of the way up the hill... and then, on the way back, this doofus shit attacks me, and doofus me starts kicking back... i know better than that.
but i'm getting doddery... me, the master of swift, accurate motions, not a motion wasted... doddery, fumbling, fiddling, twitching.
it's a crime, i tell you, it's a cryin shame.