And they all fell down...

The weather this weekend would have been perfect for a 30-mile bike ride. It was the kind of weekend that helps me remember why on earth I endure the frigid Boston winters. Then, this happened...
At the very end of a wonderful Friday afternoon 13-mile ride, I battled some T tracks in Cleveland Circle and lost. My back tire got caught in some street level tracks when I was trying to make a left-hand turn and I fell over my bike and slid on my hands/inner elbows down the street. Some of the swelling and bruising in my quad has gone down but it's still pretty nasty looking. My hands are healing nicely after a soak in some salty water so I should be back on my bike (which was thankfully unharmed) this weekend.

I'm totally legit now. Too legit to quit.

NB: Kevin also fought some T tracks 50 yards behind me. He also lost. I wish he hadn't, but it was nice to have someone to laugh about it with after the fact.