I was pedalling south down Milwaukie Ave. holding a big plastic bag containing a box with a straw hat for Jessica's birthday... was too big for my messenger bag, so I just held onto it against the hadlebars. Almost home when BAM, all of a sudden I was laying on the road trying to scramble off to the side before I got ran over. I didn't really feel the pain at that point but knew it was there. Apparently what happened was the bag sort of swung around just enough that my knee jammed into the box inside it. Simple physics took over at that point. (You're traveling 18 mph and suddenly fall. How far did your body just skid across the asphalt?) I was very lucky that the car in back of me was far enough back to have time to react. He pulled over down the road and made sure I was alright. I appologized for shaking him up, as was pretty obvious.
Well she liked the straw hat but didn't like the road rash down the one side of my body. We had dinner at the vegan restaurant Calendula, which we later found out was their last night in business. I was just glad to be there.