M u m m y hand
(or why it's a good idea to stay ON the bike)

The last thing I remember before going over the bars was, "Hmmm, this section looks pretty tame. Let's go faster." Stupid baby-head sized rocks.
Big "ups" to my boy JC for helping me get back to the car and to the hospital. Just a dislocated finger so all bones remain unbroken.

Whew! Bandages get stinky after a week.