The dirt came up to meet me quicker than I expected. So quick, that I didn't get a chance to even loosen my grip on my handlebars until after my chest hit the bars and my shoulder slammed into the ground, throwing me clear of the bike and into the middle of the old snowmobile trail that, until just a moment ago, had proven perfectly manageable and enjoyable.

Even before the urgent care visit, the ortho appointment and the MRI told me exactly what I'd damaged in my rotator cuff, the message to take it easy on that shoulder came loud and clear when I tried to load my bike up for the return home. Not only did the shoulder hurt whenever I tried to move it, it seemed like all the strength had been sapped from it.

Anytime I do dumb stuff like this, it's not necessarily the injury that torques me off (it's just another story to tell the guys at the bar, right?), it's the downtime. In the month and a half since the crash, as I've focused on physical therapy and recovery, I've hardly gone out to the garage, haven't even touched the Chenowth, and I've let a million other tasks fall by the wayside.

I've at least tried to make this downtime productive by researching EV components, maybe even getting a start on sourcing them. In the process, I've discovered that this will be neither as simple or as inexpensive as I thought...