I blame it on either the Dover Demon pictured above trying to sneak up on PVB. Or on some weird mind meld with Matt. I am pretty superstitious by nature. Its part of having an Irish heritage. I love the Irish but they are crazy. There I said it. But I find it really odd that Matt and I crashed at the same time. I think the night we spent at the Hudson hotel in NYC some crazy black magic must have been performed on us. The Hudson hotel is crazy. Its kind of like Fangtasia in True Blood. I would not be surprised if we were turned that night. Thank god I didn't let the couple who came to our door in around 2 am. I probably wouldn't be out in daylight as we speak.
So while Matt was locking bars in a townline sprint in Baltimore I was crashing on my face on the safest road in Dover. Again either we were somehow linked and when he went down I hit the deck in some kind of sympathy crash or the Dover Demon grabbed my front wheel and smashed my face in the ground just to remind us bikers that the DD is the landlord on those roads. All joking aside heal up my friends. Be safe out there.