Keyboard cowgirl.

I caught the last 20 laps of the Gastown Grand Prix live on Vimeo from the comfort of my couch, incorporating ice cream into my race viewing. The race made me excited and inspired to get back in the saddle, yet I remain conflicted. The trepidation is still fresh. Also, I still need to replace my front wheel. I can’t justify the expense before I find out whether ICBC (a provincial crown corporation) covers any of it. I used to go into the bike room to look at my bikes. Now, the first thing I look at is the destroyed wheel.

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From my fingertips.

It’s been two weeks since the accident. The pain has waned my once-soaring spirit. The pain hasn’t improved in proportion to my appearance.

I can become an incognito hillbilly by keeping my lips closed. The feeling of the chasm in my mouth is right on the tip of my tongue and cannot be ignored. It is in my face, literally. When I saw the dentist on Wednesday, he had some bleak news for me.

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