Thank God for helmets!

It must have been the warm spring-like weather that caused me to believe that I could go for a mountain bike ride with Mo.  There I was ripping down a trail when my balance and coordination issues kicked in and I must have leaned to far in and hit my head on a passing tree.  Woke up a few minutes later sprawled on the ground, helmet smashed, head pounding, flesh ripped from my right knee, blood coming out of various parts of my body and no one to be found near by.  A little later a limped back down the trail and gathered my wits and found Mo.  Just in pain now but I will live to tackle another day, maybe going a little slower this time!