Thom and I set out to do our local loop today. It's about 40 miles, a nice ride to do and still have energy to do chores. We were on the road out to the Las Vaqueros Reservoir, which sees almost no traffic, and my cell phone rang. It was my sister Vicki, calling with the latest update on my sister Valerie who got diagnosed with tongue cancer on Thursday.
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.