Since I was running out of time to get Zach to his hockey game, I left the stop early, and headed for the car. The first stretch was thru some, at times nasty, undergrowth, and it apparently worked my shoelace untied. Since I was wearing older shoes that do not lace up easily, I had not done my usual drill of unlacing one notch, attaching the key, then lacing, so when the shoe came untied, the key flew off into the undergrowth. It was dark enough that there was no chance of finding it, so I decided to just run home (I calculated that there was still enough time).
I hustled down to the main trail, across the bridge and out to Blossom (my full route
resembled this). I was nervous going up Blossom in the dark, wearing basically all black, but only a couple of cars came by, and I was able to stay out of the way. So, when I got to the sidewalk on Creek, I figured I was home free. Boy, did I figure wrong.
I was zipping along the sidewalk, when an approaching car's headlights
momentarily blinded me. Unfortunately, this happened just as the
sidewalk curved to go around a telephone pole. I did not see the curve,
so I did not curve. Do you know that sound a head makes when a face
slams dead-on into a telephone pole? Well, I do now.
Other than some minor scrapes on my face, 3 very small chips out of
teeth and what seems to be a bit of whiplash, I'm only a little sore in
a couple of places. I guess the body is pretty resilient.
I am listed as "probable" for the Bills game on Monday night.