I just realized I didn't mention what caused this little misadventure. I wasn't on a hill, or drunk, or showing off, or anything crazy. Well other than riding a beater bike. I was standing to pedal,trying to get in to work early enough to get some work done on the Mr.Gum pilot,just as I was starting to really put some speed on. At the top of my right leg pedal stroke, my bike chain Jumped from the sprocket. This threw my weight forward and to the right, putting me out ahead of the bike. Not a good place to be. You know the the rest.
On the fourth day, and old Amish man appeared in my side.
He hasn't started talking yet.