Ow. Ow. Ow.

Went biking last night and was up to about mile #22 before tragedy struck. I went to readjust my grip, missed, and grabbed the front brake instead. One frighteningly-fast flip later, and I had become a very bruised and battered Rick. [cpg_album:1] There are other bruises and cuts as well, but the killer is the fist-sized bruise on my right quad. This has made it painful to walk and downright impossible to bike. Feh. Heal! Heal!

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Rick Osborne

I am a web geek who has been doing this sort of thing entirely too long. I rant, I muse, I whine. That is, I am not at all atypical for my breed.