Duane from Silver Spring writes:
I heard you been complaining lately that your knee "still hurts." What happened, big guy?
Chris:
Thanks for writing, Duane. Okay, so I'm returning from a long day at the office and as I enter the parking lot I notice that the final segment of my ride [i.e., riding between parked cars to get up to the front walkway] will be a tight one. It seems that my lovely wife had parked her car askew, pinched in to the left [pictured], and I therefore had to negotiate a tight squeeze for myself and my bike. I'm making my way through slowly and as I do my right knee slammed into her car's left side view mirror, cracking it [also pictured]. My knee at the time felt okay and I shrugged it off as something that I could later give her shit for, my favorite pastime. It wasn't until after I picked her up from 'Shecky's Girls Night Out' [Editor's Note: Which was a complete and total BUST!] in DC that my knee began to tighten up and hurt.
"[The injury] wasn't anything a few beers and acetaminophen couldn't cure, but it was indeed hurting again on my ride to work the next morning. That's right, the trooper that I am, I rode to work the next day without the benefit of strength in both legs. I had to 'soft pedal' with my right leg the entire ride, thus hampering my arrival time, thus delaying my departure time later that evening, which torments the wife.
"So here we are a week later and my knee still hasn't completely healed. [When I wake up] in the morning, it is tight. I'm hoping that this isn't a long-term nagging injury because it will really give me problems once the weather gets cold. Although that way I can continue to give Kelly shit about the incident so that makes it worth it. I'll keep you guys posted, don't worry!"
Editor's Note: Not sure how this one is my fault. My car was PARKED. Admittedly askew, but parked nonetheless. Chris customarily rides between PARKED cars. Also, I now have to deal with a cracked side view mirror! Now, objects in the mirror are closer than they appear and also fragmented. But I'm not complaining. I hate myself regardless for executing a hasty, careless park that resulted in Chris experiencing pain, and have appropriately punished myself to boot. I grabbed my neighbor's sledgehammer this morning, threw back a couple shots of Jack Daniels and clubbed the s$#% out of my right knee. [Great pun alert] We are now united in our joint discomfort. Maybe with each painful step, I'll think about my parking job and the pain it's caused. (Chris, not me.)
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