Fallin' into mud

(50 miles, sunny, 35 F)

I saw that big Chevy truck coming right behind me in the rear view morror. But the truck didn’t slow down. It’s either 1) the driver didn’t see me or 2) he didn’t care whether he hits a stupid foreign bike rider. I didn’t know what to do. I shifted the handle to the sideroad. It was muddy, my bike trembled and fell.

I didn’t bleed. It didn’t hurt much, I just got a bruise on the side of my right knee. But I was covered wih mud. I laid down on the mud, bitching about my life and destiny looking at the sky.

It was a beautiful,sunny day.