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In the interest of full disclosure, I should add that my 20.2 mph average speed in the Natchez Trace Century was “on bike time only” — that is, not counting stops at water stations  or crashing.  Overall time was about 5:15, I think.  Riding time was just under 5 hours.

While I’m on the subject, here are me, Gerry and Ralph after the ride:

And here’s my damaged arm:

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  1. kicking_k says:

    Aaaaagh!

    You should warn the blood-phobic before you post things like that…

    *shudder* Poor you. I hope it’s not too sore and heals quickly.

  2. Allen says:

    It’s only a flesh wound. I’ll be fine. You go on without me, I’ll hold them off at the pass.

  3. kicking_k says:

    I’ll be too busy feeling light-headed. (Oddly, I am fine with my _own_ blood.)

  4. Reno says:

    What I see there is an injury that should be ready for another crash in 6-8 weeks.

    (My experience is that such things are just done healing — all scabs sloughed off, the shiny new skin starting to look almost normal — when I crash again and peel off the same damn layer.) (Mind you, these crashes happen with different kinds of transportation — the last time it was a rollerblading accident followed two months later by a taking a digger off the bike.)

  5. Allen says:

    I haven’t actually crashed much — at least lately. Today I took the bike to the shop to be checked out, and I went to the chiropractor to get my body checked out. Both seem to be okay, pretty much.

  6. Reno says:

    I’m glad to hear it, especially about the body. Folks at the shop where I worked loved to say “flesh heals; Campy doesn’t” but somehow I was never convinced.

  7. Allen says:

    The older I get the more Campy I seem to become in that respect.

  8. Reno says:

    That may explain what happned at the silver shop, no?

  9. Allen says:

    Heh heh. I also know the names of way too many colors for a straight guy.

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