I slowed down and rode one handed, talking with her. But this road is pretty far out and as I went around a corner, I lost the signal.
We turned around and went back to where we had a signal and I stood on the side of the road and called her back. We'd been talking for about ten minutes and I heard riders coming up behind me. I turned to see who it was, lost my balance and because my right foot was still clipped in, toppled over. It was a pretty funny fall according to my husband.
I have three, inch long gashes on my right knee. My left knee is banged up on the inside from hitting my bike. I rode the 12 miles home with my knee oozing blood and Thom drafting me.
As I was falling, I was still talking to my sister and I was more worried about the bike hitting the ground then me.
It's been a heck of a week.
V.