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My day began at 6 am with a nice refreshing shower to wash off the dirt from yesterday's biking.
We then went on to do our little biking run through the mountains where it rained and rained and rained and there was mud and mud and mud. Obviously, upon our return I took another shower to bring myself back to usable condition. So, that's two showers, or twenty showers if you want to count the many rain showers on the mountain top as well.
I was expecting the rest of the day to be fairly slow and I was very happy with my clean new self. Then, a phone call came and 7 pm saw us leaving for an early evening on-road down-hill run. Nothing complicated, they're usually no sweat and don't involve much dirt. Everything was going according to plan until my front disc-break failed in a curve on the second descent. I fell flat on the tarmac and slid over the side of the road. Now, my bike armour saved me again, but some parts just weren't covered so they got a bit cut and bruised. I also had the misfortune to encounter a little glass shard that cut through my glove. Naturally, I got a bit dirty... and bloody.
When I got back home it was time to have me patched up so the first order of business was to clean my wounds. As they were fairly many and widely distributed on my body it took another shower to fix the problem.
Now, battered, bruised, washed up and disinfected I'm preparing to go out clubbing and we all know what needs to be done after a night out.
I lost count.
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