yep, i was battered and bloody, but also laughing the entire time. which i would say was why no one stopped to check on me. my sister was with me. but really, we had nothing but open road for many miles after that. the hills led us to eventually catch up to a lot of folks.

i like that the funniest part to me was that as i was bent over trying to put my shoes back on (cause naturally the only way to get off my bike was to take off my shoes) my sister was trying to get on her bike and not once but twice, kicked me in the head. i just said to her - good thing i'm wearing a helmet. so that gave us another couple miles of laughter.

we're nothing if not amused by ourselves, my sister and i.