Deeper in me than I

my bike has proven herself/himself a militant german nationalist.  On my very first real ride on the bike, s/he threw me off (granted, it was because I was edging her/him over trolley tracks at a precarious angle).   Reminds me of my first ride on good ole Red…. my first time down miguelito he slammed me to the pavement when I hit gravel at McKee Rd… left me with a semi-permanent discoloration on my right elbow.  This time wasn’t quite as bad as that, but I did scrape up my left shoulder, bruise my hip, and scratch up my left leg.  Bummer.