Planned a ride with Mrs. Grouch today. We drove 35 miles to Edwardsville to ride the Illinois bike trails. Assembled the Screamer and prepared to go. Can you say TOMBAY!!!?. Down we both went. Retro cracked his helmet. Mrs. Grouch says that Retro was talking gibberish, repeating himself, and some other things that I don't remember doing. She's probably right because I don't remember changing my shoes or how the Screamer got loaded back into our car. Mrs. Grouch drove me to the urgent care center and I was transferred by ambulance to the brain trauma ER. They did some kind of brain scan thing on me but didn't find anything.
Bottom line - Zero miles ridden and I'm not allowed to bicycle or drive until I see my primary physician. That means I can't work.
Not a happy day.