i hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood . . . frickin' ice. in the same little never-drains dip in the mup where the silt dumped me off a few months ago, i got caught in a deep set of frozen-in tracks from last week and went down and/or into the barrier. insult to injury, the tracks were probably mine. i was going too slow to be seriously hurt, but not slow enough to escape the crash and a badly bruised knee. for a wonder for once though, i landed on the opposite side from my derailleur and didn't get it banged up. there wasn't anything else exciting about the ride, but i chickened right out of taking the bridge home again and was back on the bus. the fun is starting to get frustrating. today i realised that part of my snarliness lately must be because i haven't been able to work up a good sweat for almost a week.