News Flash: I got hit by a car today... Read more to find out the details...

MikeyB and I decided to do a little Tour de Bloomington this evening. We set out on our 33km tour, I didn't think there were too many hills along this route, I never have ridden this route before but wanted to check it out. There were hills and we added another one because I wanted to see how the river bottom trail was. Wet. The river is about 3 meters higher than it is a good portion of the time.

The hill was pretty gradual on the way down but it was pretty long. Up sucked. Up hills always sucks. We made it as we always do, only girls walk their bikes. ;) Then we found more up hills, who knew that all the way from Lyndale to Normandale was all up hill?


We swing down Normandale to near 494, we gotta pee, we hit the Holiday Gas station and take a leak. Mikey grabs a powerbar or two and we swing through the parking lots. We ran into my boy Justin when we were biking past Major's, he was outside having a smoke. I know Justin from the old Geek Squad days, back when the weren't shitty and owned by Best Buy. Told me his wifey is pregnant, congrats to Justin and Stacy.


On we go, we head back East towards MOA and Ikea. We find Lyndale and decide to hit The Castle. mmm...Sliders. We eat the burgers and head out toward 90th. We didn't get to far. About a block or so.

Stop. Stop. Stop! Christ! Ow, my fucking shin.
It is dark out, we are on the side walk heading North. Car turning right from 94th onto Lyndale. We have the green, he has the red. I start to cross, he starts to pull out. I don't remember all the details but I remember my shin grinding across his front bumper and I am pretty sure that there is skin on his bumper. I feel okay, my shin has a sweet little bump on er. See the pictures to the right.


I am pretty sure the older guy that hit me was a little shook up. I kinda feel bad about it. But he did turn on red. I have gotten a ticket for turning on right.(side note - it was a bullshit ticket from a U of M rent-a-cop, the sign was like 10 meters from the intersection and there wasn't one across the street! Come on!) The older man, Jim, kept saying, "I hate those right turn on reds."


I was actually more concerned about my bike. My sister can attest to my ability to freak out about my shit being broken instead of me(I may or may not have lodged a 3-wheeler sideways under the rear bumper of a truck maybe while getting the mail, ask to see the road rash on my arm). There is a nice rub mark on my new fork and my rear wheel was pulled out a little. I tossed it up in the stand when I got home and checked it out quickly before hopping in the shower. It should be alright but this is the second time I have been hit on that bike. Go steel bikes! Don't worry, the Banjo Brothers bag is fine also and held all my shit tight.

I hop in the shower to wipe the blood, skin, and dirt off. I decide to shave around the wounds to keep that crap outta there when I am picking at the scabs in a few days. My left leg looks like The 40 Year Old Virgin's chest after the waxing. Feels alright now and I am typing this with a frozen bag of mixed veggies on it, but I guess we will see how she feels tomorrow. I am guessing no softball. :(



Stats:
Moving Time: 1:52:00
Distance: 33km(20.5mi)
Moving Speed: 17.7km/h(11.0mph) avg. - 45.38km/h(28.2mph) max.
Elevation Gain: +391m(+1,281ft)/-387m(-1,271ft)
Max Grade: 23.9°
Temperature: 16.1°C(61°F)
Wind Speed: SE 11.5knots(13.2mph) avg. - SE 13knots(15mph) max.

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