September 28, 2008

I looked down at my cyclometer at mile 35 and drifted off of the trail. Barreling into soft sand at 22 mph and then over the handlebars headfirst into scrub brush filled with thorns is not fun. I remember stopping and thinking I had broken my neck. Fortunately, I didn't plow into a pine tree. My helmet was intact, but full of dirt and I was covered head to toe in thorny vines. Thankfully, the bike was OK. I gathered my senses and got back on the bike to head home.

A couple of miles down the trail, I saw what looked like a water moccasin just sunning himself on the side of the path. I'm glad he wasn't waiting for me in the brush.

Overall, it was a good ride. I rode from home to Bryceville, then over to Baldwin where I picked up the rail trail. Then it was back home. I listened to the Jaguar game for the first half and was glad they pulled out the victory.

Right now, other than the scrapes and scratches, I just have a sore neck. I promised Karen I would go to the chiropractor tomorrow to check it out.