I crashed my bike again.
I was trying to get to the bottom left corner of the country when I reached a section of washed out road. I hopped up on a dirt path to go around it and as I as riding along, my wheel dropped into a hole and I immediately flipped over my handlebars, cracked my helmet and wrenched my neck.
I couldn't focus my eyes for about two minutes, but eventually came around and ended up riding 20 miles back home. I was about 100 feet from the fence on our side of the Mexican border, so I'm sure I'll end up on the Border Patrol's Funniest Surveillance Videos.
This is about how close I got to the end of the road. It's the most desolate patch of coastal land in San Diego County, so absolutely nobody was around except the Border Patrol.
I'm fine. I know concussion signs and symptoms, so I was watching out for them on the way back. I went to the doctor as a precaution. He gave me the worst advice: "Don't worry unless you start acting goofy."