On my way to work this morning, I rode my bike down 1st avenue against traffic. Passed a cyclist riding the correct direction in the bike lane and he shouted "SALMON!" at me. Took me a minute and then I got it! Made my morning.
Riding home from work last Friday, I got into a little accident on 7th avenue. Car pulled out of a spot right in front of me and I slammed the brakes, face planting over the handle bars into the street. No real damage, but a gnarly bruise on my upper thigh.
It's kind of pretty. Like outer space.