As I was strapping sleeping bags and whatnot onto the bike yesterday evening, the gods intervened in my plans by toppling Number Two Son from his bicyle in a low-speed tumble. Result: “spiral fracture of the tibia“.
Ouch.
So he has a handsome short leg cast on the port side and will be of limited mobility for the next week.
Well at least it didn’t happen this evening, when I was a few hundred miles into the mountains and the wife was baby-sitting several other kids.
