Stewie and I went out and played today. This made 4 days in a row. I could get used to this. For the first time since I banged up the ribs, I rode (sort of) the bridge where the dirty deed took place. It felt...pants crappingly scary. And fun. A little later, (exactly .21 miles from my car), we hit a short little hill, got in the wrong gear, screeched to a stop, and, for the first time since my first day on clipless pedals in 1999, I unclipped with the right foot and found the bike leaning to the left. I ended up bleeding from my left knee, right ankle, and left forearm. Not gushing, spurting, "ÖH MY GOD I'VE HIT AN ARTERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" type blood, nothing requiring stitches, just enough that went I took Stewie to the bicycle urgent care after the ride (my LBS), the shop owner looked at my knee, started laughing, and said, "that looks fresh". I had to take Stewie in because the Spoke Gremlins were out and snapped one of his on the rear wheel. Somehow, Stewie always amazes me, when I was taking him off the bike rack at the LBS, he managed to pinch my right ring finger, so now I have a nasty little blood blister on my finger tip. He also called me Lois for the first time in a week or so. Stewie is indeed back. I pick him up tomorrow at 10 and we'll be heading back to the single track once again.