I was planning a trip to see my older brother so we could take a ride together this summer. He lives about 150 miles away. He and I used to ride every week, at least 80 to 100 miles together. Then the kids came, jobs got more demanding etc. I eventually got back into riding, but he did not. This spring he asked if I'd be willing to take him out for an easy spin near his home. I was thrilled at the idea of spending time with what used to be my favorite riding partner. Last night I got an e-mail from his wife. She says that he fell, broke his elbow and tore the triceps off the bone. He's had surgery to place a pin in the elbow and have the triceps reattached. So, he won't be riding anytime soon. I can't believe how depressed I feel today. Don't even feel like looking at my bike, let along going out to ride.