This is a re-enactment of my latest mishap with the little-bike-that-wants-to-hurt-me. I have since bought a headlamp. Biking home through the hills of Orinda Thursday evening, on my teeeeeny Dahon folding bike that I bought on craigslist, I found myself suddenly going down instead of up.

Both me and the bike made it out with nothing more than a few scratches, but as I climbed out of the little gully with my bike, a truck rounds the dark bend and shouts out “FAGGOT!”

Hmmm. I can tell you I was nervous for several reasons for the rest of the ride back.

I took this photo Friday morning on my ride back to the Station, when I found the little gully and placed the bike back in situ.