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Many many many moons ago when I used to wear the lycra riding shorts of a much younger lad, I had a few scrapes with the asphalt and left a bit of skin on the road. My father had a rear blow out a few hundred yds from the house. He didn't wreck and it scared the daylights out of him. Glad to hear that you are ok and that it wasn't more serious. The helmet and the gloves did their job and sacrificed themselves for you.
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Death tugs at my ear and says, "Live, I am coming." -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., poet, novelist, essayist, and physician (1809-1894)
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