Post Mountain Bike crack up at Salt Point State Park at 30+ miles per hour. Underneath that smile is plenty of pain!  

It is now four days later and my pain is mainly confined to my left hip and elbow. What lessons did I learn from this incident? First, don't stop riding (as if!). It felt good to be taken care of by my best friend the Zipster, also known as Splash (aka Michael Singer - an incredible architect and Chief of the Timber Cove Volunteer Fire Department). Also of great assistance was Alex Dunne, with an incredible sense of wonderful irony, humor, fun and drollness (did I forget to say wicked good cynicism?).

Another good thing to come out of the spectacular wreck (I am so sorry to have not been able to see it) is that I can be even more empathetic with my patients. I have actually taken Vicodin for the first time in my life and am grateful I could. Waking up every hour from the pain was not fun. Vicodin is my friend but I am also very grateful I can start to taper off and just stick with the ice and ibuprofen to get the massive swelling down.

I can hardly wait to get on the bike again. This time I might just watch out for the 4 cm diameter branches! Ouch!