Two weeks ago I decided Thursday would be the perfect day to cruise around Brighton, crowd free. I have to admit, first lap was a little weird . .. . even though it was my second day of the season. Normally you’d take that as a clue and be mighty careful, nope nope, not me, not that day.

Instead I cruised right into the park, hit a box and landed on solid ice. Park edges and ice. . . well they don’t really go together. Story short, I dragged myself home with a sprained right wrist.

I’ll be wearing this sexy baby for the most of the season: