A clean record goes down the tubes.
	
	
		Need to vent...
I've lived and biked in Maryland now for 5 years.  An occasional honk from a car.  A rare yell of "get off the road!"  But generally, 5 incident free years.  I've been lucky. 
Until today.
DH did the N2 ride this a.m.  I chose to sleep in, do some chores around the house, and head out on our "French Countryside" route at a decadant 10 a.m.-ish start.
I was just 2 miles from the end, cruising through the neighborhood across Randolph Road from ours, when a great big old Caddilac came at me from the opposite direction.  I hear a yell "YEAH!" and I see something round and green coming at me.....about the size of a racquetball.  POW!  Something REALLY hard hit me in the forearm!  That bas-tard punk-@ss THREW something at me.  And he HIT me!  And it hurts like HELL!!  :eek: :mad: :eek: :mad: 
I stop....they continue.  I start cursing like a sailor.  I think that @sswipe just broke my freakin' arm!!!
Stop.  Breathe.  Move the fingers.  Move the elbow.  Arm throbbing, but not broken.  As near as I can figure, it was an apple, a rock, or (more likely) a black walnut seed husk....those great big green things you see on the road at this time of year.  DAM that hurt.
I start riding home, bawling like a little girl.
I've been icing it all day.  Prescription strength ibuprofen is a WONDERFUL thing.  But I don't think I will ride tomorrow....the thought of 40 miles of pavement pounding on a roadbike, all reflected through my forearm, does not sit very well with me right now, I don't care HOW much vibration carbon absorbs.  The swelling is there.  I think the ice will have kept the bruising at bay.  But, it hurts to move and twist the arm.  Not so bad now, but all day, it's been a pain.
Geez.  How can people be so randomly awful??
It reminds me of the time in Massachusetts when I was out on my bike and I got shot by some punk with a pellet gun.
People suck.