Close Encounters of the Pavement Kind

This afternoon, I went for another long bike ride, riding out to the edge of Dexter and back. On my way back, I negotiated the railroad crossing where the tracks cross Huron River Drive at a forty-five degree angle (and which seem to take a fair number of cyclists down) - and promptly wiped out ten feet later where the oddly shaped shoulder angles down. After bouncing along the pavement, where the left side of my body became intimately acquainted with the asphalt, I was grateful that no cars were coming. After taking stock of the situation and cleaning the blood off, I observed that I was indeed structurally intact, and proceeded to ride the final seven miles to home. Thanks to Krogers, I am now well-stocked with first aid items. I'm sure I'll feel it tomorrow. Despite the number of miles that I put on my bike, I've been doing pretty well. My last major spill was back in 2001, so I guess the odds finally caught up to me.