Visualization Aids (for the Hard of Imagining)

That's me. Postcrash, o'course. And that's the bike, also postcrash. I apologize for any spontaneous gagging that my seductive pose may induce; I was not in a good place at the time.


Who is in better shape? Well, unless you think scrap metal is a particularly attractive end to a storied life (and I know there are some of you out there!), I'd say I came out on top. Then again, I still haven't discovered what's causing the rattling in my head every time I vomit [since the crash, vomit fits (vomfits) and hallucinations have become regular occurrences]. Happy travels!



























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