Dear person with no brake lights who stopped short in front of our group this morning,

It would've been nice if you'd stopped to see if I was okay after I went over my handlebars. As it turns out, I'm banged up, five stitches in my face, hands a bruised mess, but nothing else. Still, when I was lying on the ground hardly able to breathe because I'd just been punched in the sternum by my steerer tube cap, I don't think I probably looked okay.


Dear passerby who stopped and prayed for me until the squad came,

Thanks.