This is me, Nimzero, after a solo crash while riding in what I thought was a straight line at the El Dorado Crit I was closing a gap on the back straightaway looked over my shoulder and veered left into the parking blocks that line the street - I really don't know how I did it- but I did it well - hit the block - flew into a superman landed on my head and left shoulder felt the bone crack as I tumbled to a stop...grabbed my shoulder and clavicle and knelt as if saying a prayer as the gang sped by...racing. What a bizarre occurrence. Here is my bike: 
Here is a picture of me 3 minutes after the morphine shot (my wife asked me to open my eyes all the way) - I told her "they were"!
The medication worked well, I don't remember much of the evening, but I'm glad I didn't take anyone out with me. Here I am day 2:
I am setting this event as the standard because of how extremely lame it was...I am sooo flippin' embarrassed about it, but it is the standard we must live up to - I guess. But no more broken bits please.....
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