WRECKED

So we had our first scrape up. Someone in the city planning council of Charlevoix MI decided it would be a good idea to make the bike trail out of wood, so it resembles a deck raised above the swampy land it passes over. Kind of a cool idea until that deck wood gets wet with dew, which turns out is extremely slippery. Keep in mind as we are riding on this deck path we are salmoning (riding against the flow) of the local marathon that was going on. So here we are dodging people that look more depleted than us, when all of a sudden I see Nick take the slowest most awkward fall that basically consisted of him just laying the bike over. BRAKES! DODGE RUNNERS! DON’T HIT NICK! And before I know it I too have fallen, and bryce has run into me due to the slick conditions. I am okay. Luckily my tailbone took most of the impact. Below are a list of words that ryhme with things I might have yelled at the top of my lungs in a group full of marathoners on their 23^rd mile while I dealt with the pain of getting spanked by a 2x6.

• Spit, Luck, Dog Cannit, Mother Plucker, etc.

You can be almost certain that there are several hundred people in Charlevoix Mi that went home and told the same tale I now tell you.