Timex CAN really take a lickin'

So to make a short story long... Last wednesday I was in a cycling race in Jefferson, Arkansas. After about 15 or so minutes (almost half the race) my rear tire blew just after I rounded a corner. I was trying to bridge the gap to the pack ahead of me so I was mashing down hard on the pedals. All of this was happening at the same time. I didn't know my tire had blown, I just knew my bike was going out of control. I hit my right knee at about 26 miles an hour and then some how flipped onto my left side and back and slid for what seemed like WAY too long. I remember sliding on my back looking at the sky and seeing another rider (Roddie from Texarkana) fly over me. Most everyone else was fine and was able to continue the race. My left arm and wrist hurt and my rear tire was all bent out of true so I was OUT. Fred picked me up in his golf cart as I was walking back to the Start/Finish. I got some ice after the race, but I knew something was wrong because my arm felt funny. If I held it just the right way it didn't really hurt, but if I flexed it at all, holy crap was it painful. ER x-rays later that night proved that 26 mph + elbow + asphault = broken radius. So that was the last night I wore my Timex.

Before the race I had put my watch in my jeans pocket so I wouldn't lose it. I didn't even really look at that pair of jeans until this evening when Amy (my wife) asked me to put the wash into the dryer. I pulled everything out and then saw a small weird looking thing in the back of the washer. It was my Timex. I pulled it out thinking it might be okay since it was waterproof. Not only was it okay, but it had perfect time and was remarkably clean. I ran and grabbed my camera from upstairs and took a picture and jumped online to share the story. (Oh and I said to Amy, "look what I found in the wash," with a sarcastically accusatory tone. Then I laughed and remarked, "and it's sooo clean!")