My leg is healing well, long walks and hikes have proven to be good physiotherapy for me. The skin is almost back to its normal pinkish colour, only a dent in the kneecap is a permanent reminder of the incident. I am ready to ride once Nella is.
Being sans bike leaves me straying around ogling at two-wheeled strangers.
I am not having any improper thoughts about other bikes... just looking, but not touching.
Not sure what this big American dude has in mind flirting with the svelte Italian chick.