Over by Caribou, they resurfaced the parking lot with oil and gravel. Which it needed.
Coming in I thought I would do a powerslide, but traction was too poor to get a controlled skid in. After coffee, I forgot how much loose gravel there was and I leaned into the turn.
My knee took most of the landing, my elbow the rest and I stopped on my right shoulder.
For the first scrape of the season: not bad I say. I still biked home after work. I think it really comes down a bit of holding myself responsible for the series of events. And I feel that if I am going to commit to biking home from work two or three nights a week, then I should be prepared to do so regardless of how stupid I have been or how crappy the weather is. That weather thing might need tweaking--I always feel exposed on the Mendota bridge.
I tried to just shrug it off, but a whole bunch of people from outside the coffeeshop jumped up to make sure I was okay. Which was very nice of them.
