A while later, I heard Meego shuffling around the house, freshly home from work. His job is conveniently located within easy bicycling distance, and that's how he gets to and from. It's also nice in that, it's mostly uphill getting to work, and riding back at the end of the day is a calming, gentle, downhill jaunt. The route is a pleasant one that features a serene little duck pond park.
Except today, it wasn't so serene for Meego. I found him hunched and gingerly changing out of his wet and irregularly filthy clothes.
"I crashed", he reported.
Apparently, what I think of as "calming, gentle, downhill jaunt" that features a "serene little duck pond park" is more of a "speed ride with a curving obstacle course of water, birds, and trees" in Meego's world.
Normally, that would be okay, but Meego was coming home just after one rain storm had moved through and the skies were gearing up for round 2. Remember how I blogged about Meego's new skilz after doing the Master Drive course? Well, maybe he should have done a similar one for bicycling because
- the roads were all wet
- his bike had been sitting in the outdoor, uncovered bike rack during the rain storm, and
- his bike's exposed rims and brake shoes got thoroughly drenched in said rain storm
HAD he done a bicycle skills course, he might have remembered that wet bicycles don't have very good brakes. Plus, his speedy tires aren't so grippy on wet cement (mixed with a nice coating of wet duck and goose poop...). Turns out, though, that his skin is quite grippy! Look at that - no brakes, wet surfaces, downhill, ducks, skin = the perfect recipe for road rash!
He's not too rashed up, just got a hip and a bit inside one elbow. It's a smaller rendition of Wolfgang's epic road rash incident of nearly two years ago to the day. Here's a reminder *blecch* of that epicness:
So, luckily for Meego, his is not nearly that bad. Also, road rash treatment supplies were at the ready since we'd had to keep a hefty amount around for Wolfgang as he recovered. Meego had a nice assortment of gauze - which had earned the name of "Wolfgang's Maxi-Pads".
After all, what are big brothers for if not to share their stash of maxi-pads?
Linking up this week with Mama Kat for the prompt:
1. Throwback Thursday: Choose a photo from a previous June and write a poem or a blog post.