Yesterday I went for a morning bike ride, as I usually do when the weather is warm, but it ended rather quickly. Coming down the bike path I approached someone walking more or less in the middle of the path. I yelled out "On your left" and the person moved to the right of the path so I continued past him on his left. Just as I was passing him he veered to the left and crashed right into me, sending me and my bike sprawling onto the ground. He was an older guy, and apologized profusely, saying he didn't hear me and he really should have been wearing his hearing aide. My bike was a wreck but I felt OK. This morning I woke up with everything hurting and what I fear is a re-injured rotator cuff since I can barely raise my arm. If I don't feel a bit better by tomorrow I guess it means a visit to the doctor and then whatever is needed to heal, but at 72 you just don't heal as well as when you are 32. Adding this to the severe arthritis pain in my hands is making this a miserable Sunday morning. How fast things can change for the worse. I guess this ends my plans for going to the range today, and for a motorcycle ride tomorrow. At least the bike can be repaired and won't need to be replaced. I think the only thing I will be riding for awhile is my computer.