To celebrate Labor Day weekend, Brad and I decided to go on another long bike ride. We were going to go between Red Wing and Cannon Falls in Southeastern Minnesota. A good 50-mile bike ride with some rolling hills to help us get ready for the Purple Ride coming up in two weeks.

Unfortunately, it ended in a bit of a disaster, with Brad hitting a rut and pitching over his handlebars at 20mph (we were going downhill), us hitching a ride from a passing pick-up truck to the nearest hospital, and a broken clavicle. And Brad's shoulder, arm and back are all chewed up from the gravel he landed in.

Thankful that a) he was wearing a helmet; b) it wasn't any worse; c) I didn't have to see it happen (I was riding in front); d) he didn't fly into me, and e) that we were able to get a lot of help from strangers and from my parents (who drove the hour down to Cannon Falls to collect us and take us back to my car 30 miles away in Red Wing).

A good start to his career as a human cannonball, but next time I would prefer him to have a softer landing place.