If need be, I was ready to jump into a nearby SUV or onto its roof. Alas, the critter sauntered off, minding her own business and probably wondering what all the fuss was about.
The Dodge Retort.
That's me getting up after crashing on my bike in September, 2017. I rode another 24 miles with three broken ribs to finish the Seacoast century. Heroic, yes. Stupid, yes.
