...and it does.
How many people do you know that can say:
"I screwed up my knee in an unfortunate recumbent biking accident." ?
Here's my kid on the bike in question. It's a jaunty little ride, a bit like pedaling an office chair and it's quite comfortable for long, flat surfaces like the trail near Valley Forge. By design, however, there is no such thing as "Look mom! No hands!" as the front wheel is so small, you need to keep a constant grip on it or it will spin off into oblivion.
I wish I could tell you that I hit a rock or that my son had made a quick move and I had to brake quickly...or that I hurt my knee by stopping suddenly to save a tiny kitten from certain traffic annihilation.
Alas, confession is good for the soul, so I will tell you that I tried to answer my cell phone will still in motion which sent the front wheel into a death roll and I had to put my leg down fast to stabilize myself. The impact rocketed right through my knee.
After swearing in who knows what language, I flipped open my phone.
"Hello." I said faintly, it was my friend Ken.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I just racked my knee."
"Are you okay?"
It was at this point that all my dignity fell away. "I think I peed a little."
He paused for what I think must have been three blinks and answered, 'Well, do you want to go to an art opening?"
I politely declined after polling my son who assured me that he was "all set" with the art opening idea and I managed to ride home. I spent the evening watching my left kneecap disappear like a boulder at high tide.
I'm better now. I can bear weight and the swelling has gone down significantly. I hope to be pretty much near normal mobility for the weekend.
If not, I'll hobble as much as I can, because it's not my son's fault his mother is a dumbass.
