I must have done something really mean to my bike, because it is out to get me. First, it face-planted me into the sidewalk when I tried to take it over a sweet jump (which was really just a buckled sidewalk but my Studly Hubby pointed out it sounds way cooler to call it a sweet jump) and then it tried to kill all my friends today by throwing me into them when I meant to simply dismount (my foot got caught in the pedal clip). I have another awesome bruise forming on my knee and a scrape. Now I am afraid of buckled sidewalks AND my clip-in pedals. Gah. And I learned one more time (second time in two weeks) that falling down really hurts. Thankfully I haven't fallen down while going fast (yet) so I'm not afraid of going fast... yet.
The really great thing about this is that no matter how dumb I look when I fall off my bike it still takes down my Geek Factor. I am now way less Geeky than my Studly Hubby, who got a whole bunch more geek points this weekend by geeking out at Pixar in San Francisco. He's going to post about it on his blog sometime soon.