No, Mr. Wilma is not responsible for the gashes seen on my face in the pictures above.
The wounds were the result of a losing argument I had with the hedge seen next to this narrow uphill sidewalk that
I tried to manuever late one recent night.
(I won't bore you with the details.)
Maybe I should switch to one of those oversize tricycles. At least I could carry more stuff on it.
Or maybe I should just ride the tandem when Jessica is available to go with me.
