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I’ll be spending the day in the body shop today, getting some cosmetic repairs necessitated by overshooting my handlebars last week. The combination of coasting fast down a San Francisco hill + hitting a patch of gravel when braking + gravity didn’t work all that well. The good news: helmet — yes, of course I was wearing one — was unscathed. The bad news: face wasn’t.
The other good news: aikido reflexes plus pure grace seem to have kept me from breaking anything inside my skull, Jane’s homeopathic care made astoundingly quick work of the pain and swelling, and the mechanics will sort out nose and teeth today. I should look good as new — and no longer scare small children by looking like a Klingon.
I can hear Sarge from the old Hill Street Blues echoing in my ears: ‘Let’s be careful out there!’