I crashed pretty good the other night and burned up my leg a good bit. It was pretty dark when I fell and the four mile ride back to the parking lot I could feel the blood running down my leg but couldn’t see the extent of the damage.

After I got home I realized Candace has gotten used to the idea of my mountain biking ways. As soon as I assured her I was fine she said “We gotta take some pictures!”. Then once I got out of the shower and came downstairs it had started bleeding again and she said “Don’t you bleed on my carpet!”

Is it obvious that this isn’t the first time I’ve come home bleeding?

Here’s those pictures we took…

Thankfully my SockGuy socks made it out alive!