OUCH!!

A boy and his bike meet the dirt. He was a tough patient sitting through the scrubbing and peroxiding of his newest future conversation scar. We decided that in order to pick up chicks with this new wound he needed to have a more exciting story than, " I wiped out on my bike", so we thought up rock climbing, sky diving, being in a fight... and settled on the rock climbing version of, "Well I was climbing to the top of El Capitan when I lost my foot hold and slid down the face 10 feet before catching myself." That should pull em in we agreed... and we were all done cleaning and bandaging. I'm sure fellow bikers out there in the world display some similar scar versions on your legs...  they are nasty scrapes.