Today, after the ADA meeting on historic properties at First Guaranty, I rode back home thinking about retrofitting problems. My deep reverie was broken on Oak Street by B. calling my name. I responded by twisting the handlebars too quickly and the next thing I knew I was down on the asphalt for my third biker fall in three years. The first was in front of St. V's ER when I was pulling the grocery cart for the first time. The second was the result of a too quick right hand turn to ogle some well used garden urbanite. That fall caused a Navy pilot to run to my aid. Today's fall caused my friend to run from his house thinking I was seriously wounded. I wasn't. Total damage was one broken nail.
Upon reflection, I think I have been saved from more serious injury these three times because I have been helmet faithful. In all three incidents, I banged my head fairly hard, but didn't even have a headache because of the protection provided by the helmet.
Sometimes when I remember that no one in Tokyo wore a helmet, no one in Spain or France did either, I am tempted to omit my cranium cover. Thank heavens I didn't do that today.
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