In keeping with my Nivea Challenge, Sunday, for Father’s Day, I went for a bike ride with my dad.  I borrowed one of his “road bikes” the kind with the super skinny tires that usually require the rider to look entirely the part with the head-to-toe spandex.   I wore running pants that kept getting stuck in the gears, so I had to tuck my pants into my socks.  I looked like such a pro.

 Anyway, unfamiliar as I was to this particular kind of biking, I was doing great for the first six miles or so.  Great that is, until we came to this huge downhill with a left turn at the bottom.  I panicked and could not find the brake.  I yelled out, “I am going to crash.  I am going to crash!”  And crash I did.  The bike smacked into the curb and I went flying, “skipping like a stone” as my dad recalled.  Luckily, I landed on the grass and skipped onto a mulch bed, nice cushy landing.  I slammed my head into the mulch, my wrist dug a divot in the grass, I have a bad road rash on my elbow and a bunch of bruises up and down my body.  My glasses scraped my face up pretty good.  But the worst injury of them all?  Two bruises, on the ischial tuberosities (my poor, aching bum bones).

 Now I know why the riders on these road bikes wear the padded spandex getups.  Duh.

 In sewing news, I am halfway done sewing the strips of red and khaki fabric to make my striped fabric.  The measuring and cutting was the most tedious part, but I am coming along nicely.  My shipment from Joann with the bag frame and the boning should come in today, so that is a relief!  Now I will have no excuse not to finish prior to Friday AM, when we will head off to Utica, NY for the wedding.  I really, really, really hope that I dont screw this one up.

 Fingers crossed!