Accidents...Another Pleasant City Sunday

My wife Geri and sister-in-law Victoria were going to go for a big ride over to Alameda this morning. There's the Alameda street fair and we were going to ride along the shore and then the cannel and then get some food at our favorite pub. Vicky is a teacher in Oakland, but lives up north and we don't see much or her in the summer. She's my second best friend in the world.

I was going to wear my aerodynamic butt padded riding pants that I bought in Berkeley the other day because my ass was killing me from riding on that fucking dildo seat. I haven't built up butt callouses yet. The thing is I bought them because they were on sale, and they're another belt loop size too small. When I first put them on it reminded me of my mother who struggled to get into that girdle she wore everyday of her life. Well, I got them on, was ready to ride, and they were so friggin tight I had to make another stink in the bathroom before we left. They literally squeezed the shit out of me.

When I bought these bike riding fancy pants I was thinking positive for a change, not my usual self, and operating on a logical assumption that I'm going to loose more weight, and then I'll be able to get into these pants this fall, say October 1st. My fall ensemble for a pittance. I mean, they're not shoes. I've even lost weight in my feet, and my wedding ring is loose and needs to be re- sized. The one thing I was sure of was me and the pants needed more time apart from each other, but we we're also destined for each other.

So, I changed back into the shorts, adjusted my seat a little higher, refilled my water, etc etc.. By this time Geri and Vicky were saying, "come on already, let's get on the road." We were 5 minutes from the house, and we had pulled a couple of little hills. My legs, lungs, and heart getting into the rhythm of the bike and the road, leading the pack, but I would look back ever so often to see how Geri and Vicky were doing before we hit Park Blvd, the main street that would eventually take us all the way over the drawbridge to Alameda. I stopped, waited and looked back to see where the girls were. No girls. After 3 minutes I got worried and called Geri. Sure enough, Vicky had fallen and had injured her wrist. She was feeling sick to her stomach before they left.

Geri drove back to the house, and got the car and some ice. Then Geri and Vicky went off to the hospital. Sure enough she has a fracture, but she was ok. My sister, and ER nurse, said, "Any accident you can walk away from is a good one."

I feel terrible for her. She works so hard. She's such a good mother, and a wonderful, talented, positive person, but it reinforces for me once again about safety and doing a bike check before, during, and after every ride. Maintenance, luck.

The only silver lining out of this is that she'll be staying with us for a few days.

Since the ride to Alameda pooped out I decided to ride up to the Montclair farmers market and get some goodies for a nice meal for Vicky.

That's it.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

What I ate today;

Breakfast; 2 poached egg one piece of brown bread, potato pancake with s & p, olive oil, 2 ounces of sharp cheddar cheese, cup of instant coffee w/milk & 1 sugar

Lunch; handful of cashews, peach

Dinner; Pan fried chicken olive oil, lamb curry sauce and chicken tika masala sauce, s & p, little rice, great salad Geri make with fresh berries, tomatoes, olives, fresh lemon, olive oil,  water melon

Exercise; 3 miles hiking,1 hr. biking

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