30 Miles, almost hit by a car

Today I rode the Life Support Rally, which is a fundraiser for Headquarters, a local counseling hotline.

I rode 5 miles to the event and back and the ride itself was 20. At the rally they had a bluegrass band and a "catapult chicken chucking contest." If I knew anything about catapults, I would totally enter and try to catapult a rubber chicken for distance and accuracy. The trophy is the coveted Pullet Surprise (say it out loud). I have always gotten a kick out of rubber chickens, just ask my family or shrijani or piperdawn.

Towards the end of the 20-mile ride, a car I could not see turned left in front of me. I could not see the car because there was a van in the way and I am sure the motorist couldn't see me, either. I gave the brakes everything I had and managed to stop in time, but of course my feet were clipped to the pedals. I went right down, bruised my elbow, skinned my knee and put tiny holes in my bike shorts. Otherwise I'm OK.

I will remember to look out more for motorists.