I've got road rash on my right knee, a whopping bruise on my rib and shoulder, and a gash in my new cycling jacket. This sport really spreads the pain around evenly, and there's something to be said for the symmetry.
I felt exactly the same last time I woke up in a Moscow jail. Except I also discovered a newly acquired hammer-and-sickle tatoo on my sore ass, of which I had no recollection.
