So this is the aftermath of my bike crash.
Bottom right picture was taken about 40 minutes after the crash. Top right was the next day and so was the left picture. The big picture is a picture of my leg if you can’t tell.

So this is how it went down, well, I was just going fast, nothing crazy, but coming up was a very hard right, I thought I was gonna make the turn but, I guess not. Instead, I went straight into a bush, thinking the bush would break my fall, I didn’t hit the brakes at all, I went straight into the bush. The bush caught my bike & and sent me flying over the whole damn thing. My chin hit the concrete hard as hell, then I skidded about a foot forward. I got up, looked at my face, and a piece of skin was dangling from my
Chin, I looked at my
Bike and made sure everything was okay, I love that damn bike I did not give a damn what my face looked like, I wanted to make sure the bike was alright. And she was, but my
Face and leg sure as hell wasn’t.

It’s all good, fall off the devil & hop back right on. Just cos I fuxked up my chin didn’t stop me from
Biking back home. But I must say, on the way back home that shxt was burning.

Everyone falls, but you can’t quit because you fell, even IF it was hard as fuxk. I LOVE biking, and this isn’t gonna stop me.