by Mike Bozart
That day in question was Wednesday, February 10, 2016. For most people it was probably an ordinary day. For the commuter-bicycling author it was a day when a very, very, veeeery expensive, forever-to-be-haunted-by blunder was made. That day is chronicled from awakening to crashing.
Approx. 2,000 words.
If this autobiographical tale were an American movie, it might be rated PG-13 (foul language).