The day started off a little rough for Andy. He left a little after 6am to ride up and down Vail Pass over to Vail. He was going downhill, came upon a curve, and all of the sudden hit a few inches of sand on the bike path. He flew off of his bike. We called me to pick him up. The bike was totalled, their was blood splattered on his helmet and bike, the jacket he had on was shredded, and his ipod was crushed. He didn't take off his jacket until we got home because he said he though he might pass out from the blood. It was a scary deal, but thankfully we were able to get him in pretty good shape with some butterfly tape and gauze.
Here he's saying "Yeah, we need to take a picture to show Peg!"
(my mom recently cut her finger badly and e-mailed a similar type of pic)
I'm pretty sure some smiles from this little guy made him feel a lot better.
Oh, I love these two.
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Oh my goodness! Good to see a smile on Andy's face though!
This TOTALLY happened to me on roller blades one year in CO! Ha! It must be the mountain air that makes one feel reckless :) Haha.
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