I messed myself up right some good on Sunday evening.

No one seems to have actually seen what happened, and this is as much as I can remember: I was coming down a semi-steep hill, hanging a right onto a one-way and then getting my busted ass strapped to a board in the middle of the street. Ouch. I guess I was unconscious for 5-10 minutes.

I heard today that I went head-first into a concrete divider, but no one's really sure. Given the eerie lack of damage to my body or my bike and the total destruction of my helmet, I'm thinking that I went over my bars, carrying my bike over on top of me (go toe straps!), and hit something with the top of my head hard enough to crack my helmet completely in half.

I am the luckiest man alive. Thanks to my helmet, I escaped, death, paralysis or a life in a persistant vegetative state. I walked out of the ER with two stitches, a sore neck and a bad headache.

Please wear your helmets, OK?