All in One Piece

So I guess it's not that smart to talk on the cell phone, while riding your bike home in an Indiana Monsoon, while crossing an intersection, 3 weeks after having facial surgery. How do I know? Well, I wouldn't know anything if I didn't find out the hard way. All I know is a silver Honda appeared out of the blue. Next thing I remember, I'm flying over my handle bars. I slide onto the concrete like a runner into home base, careful to keep my head up. I just promised my doctor a week ago that if she would let me ride, I would stay off the mountain trails so I won't fall down. The look on the driver's face was enough to remind me that I was glad to be alive. I picked myself off the road, gathered my bike from the trail, and dug my phone out from the mudd across the street. In the words of Aristotle "The gods too are fond of a joke." - and I just enjoy silly moments as much as the next guy :)