I attempted to learn how to ride a moped last week with the National Safety Council with hilariously painful results. What I learned
- Helmets save lives. I crashed pretty hard and the impact was hard enough when I landed on the asphalt where I hurt my left shoulder really badly and fractured my left collarbone but I wasn’t concussed. Had I not worn the helmet and the other wardrobe required to take the course, this could have been a lot worse.
- Two wheeled motor vehicles aren’t for me. If I could hurt myself like this on a closed course, I can imagine what I could do to myself on the open road.
- I either need to get over this fear of parking that I seem to have regarding cars (part of the reason why I don’t have a license), ride a bicycle a lot more, buy a house in downtown Orlando, or move to a city with good public transportation.
Orange Alert reviewed Bodies Made of Smoke here. HOUSEFIRE also reveals the back cover blurbs here.
I have a prose poem up in Thousand Shades of Gray here.
Ben Tanzer asked me to contribute something that changed my life for his residency at Necessary Fiction and I did. You can watch me read it here.