Today's picture is of the helmet I cracked up a month or more ago. I was headed down a hill that turns from being steep down to steep up. Unfortunately I was going a bit fast, and my back tire got caught in the washed out rut down the middle and I lost control. I could tell I was going to hit the up side of the hill hard. The first thing that came to my mind as I lay in a pool of blood was "I broke my nose!"
I getting up my helmet was broken into a dozen pieces. I obviously had hit a rock with the front right on my helmet. I gathered up the pieces and walked the rest of the way back to the road. Somewhere along the way I must have dropped a few pieces because they are not all here. Anyway I learned a few lessons from this crash.
1) If Juan suggest we take the safer route down the mountain... listen.
2) Neosporin is a wonder drug. My nose was a big mess, but in an amazingly short amount of time it healed up with only a small scar that is hard to see. I still have a hard time believing how well it worked.
3)I had a third lesson, which was the best one but I forgot what it was. So for my third lesson: The best lessons are soon forgotten.
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