Despite my positive intake of pink hearts, yellow moons, blue diamonds, etc, I still managed to hit a squirrel on my second bicycle ride back from broken-elbow surgery. Squirrel and I both fled the scene with only emotional scars.
I went for the first morning ride today since my accident. It was GRAND. Speaking of grand, here's a pic I took on a flight to Vegas. I will never grow tired of getting a crick in my neck from gawking out an airplane window like a ten year old boy.