So there is a 60/40 chance my right arm is broken...for now I'll call it sprained and take the terrible night's sleep. But just look at that view. Mr. P and I found us a new riding spot just across the ol' Mississippi. And look at those handlebars (yes that is the other half in my left hand), goddamn train tracks. You can see my half-bar-6-inch patch job for the terrible ride home.
We'll see how the day goes as to whether or not I go to a doctor. For now I need to find new handlebars and quietly weep. On the up side, I got my shirt on this morning in under 3 minutes and I'm learning to be left handed.
5 comments:
sorry dood.
Not your fault I'm dumb.
I have your old handlebars.
Come get them.
Already ordered gold Nitto straight bars, but thanks.
Is your wing still broken, little bird?
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