Busted Helmet

Choosing a name for a blog is hard work. You got to be clever, but at the same time, it cannot be obvious. Many chose something that they focus on in life. I don't want to do that.

I want a place where I can post observations that drift through my head; observations that people will want to read. Not a diary. I'm not that type of person. Too voyeuristic. But, you know, I have stuff that I like to write about and I thought it would be interesting to have others read it. Only, of course, in the completely sanitary and anonymous world of the internet.

So, "Busted Helmet." I like to ride bicycles. I race road bikes on the road as a Cat4 (Cat3-O-Meter at 40%). I crashed last Tuesday in a race and busted a helmet. I lost a bit of my memory. Curiously, I am, for some reason, not at all concerned about my memory loss. I am not really sure why; which, I suppose, is reason for a little concern. You would think that I would be more rattled by the (non)experience. Perhaps I am in denial. I still want to ride and I almost panic at the thought that my season now has a gap in it as I recover from my other injuries. I could lie and say it was a life changing experience for the pleasure of the viewing audience... but it wasn't.

Anyway... this post will go off into the aether and will promptly be read by absolutely no one. We will see where this goes from here.