Motorcycle. Accident. Nasty nasty bruise.

That's right... I drove a motorcycle for the first time today... no boy driving me! Eat that, Marke, Jens, Jesse, Les, and all you wonderful men who have given me rides.

I had a freaking blast. Little bike, big track, green field. The first wipe-out: painless. The second: Leads to minor aches in left hip.

The third... Rather difficult. My bike stopped and slid out on its right side. My right leg was under the bike. The muffler melted the outer pants I was wearing and burned my jeans. The rest of my body kept going straight. Which means the left metal pedal and my inner left knee made a lovely, lasting connection. I made sure not to cry, but the tears still sat in my eyes.

I hope you enjoy my ugly leg photo.
And I'm quite ready for another ride...