Racing a dog on the R, never saw the one who came from the L.
Technium crumpled, dog bit it, fork toast, wheel folded.
Wrist, collarbone, a spoke through a calf.
Dog owner screamed at me.
Sweaty, dirty, bloody, mad, helpless.
No health coverage.

No more road bikes for 15 years or so.
That was the worst thing, looking back.