Or rather, falling off my bike. Falling off my bike, off a footbridge. Falling of my bike, off a footbridge, into a tree.
Aparently I make amusing sounds when my body hits wood and my ribs hit handlebars. Well.. buggarit. There goes ju-jitsu tomorrow, and bike riding for a little while.
My bikes rear wheel looks like something you'd see on a clown car. There isn't a part of it that doesn't wobble. Thankfully my hand only seems a little sprained, so I'll be able to actually do stuff my my birthday, I assume.