Another ride...another fall. Sheesh.

I took a spill on my bike this past Tuesday during the morning group ride, it was real disheartening. The roads were slick due to the fog out here, and I happened to be at the front of about 40 riders, as we went around a turn, and the minute I hit the painted part of the road my tires slipped out like I was ice skating. To add insult to injury, no one stopped; basically everyone just rode around me and took off up the road. I had to bend my rear derailler into place in order to ride home.

I limped into the office later, and I got a call from a guy named 'Stu.' Turns out Stu was the guy I was riding next to when I went down. He's a partner at a firm here in L.A. and all I got out was that my name was Mitch and I'm a recruiter before I hit the deck. Stu had his secretary google-track me down. He told me he felt real bad about my fall and wanted to see if I was alright, etc etc. A pretty nice gesture I thought.

So, I'm feeling a little better about things; but then I walk out of the office and hear a bunch of noise from the recruiters...you guessed it...his secretary knew one of the recruiters here so she called her to ask about how I was doing since I was in an accident. Keep in mind that I was supposed to be 'at a meeting' not out riding the bike. Sweet times....