Sheesh, what happened, Uncle Stinky? Were you fumbling with your camera while riding? That's my guess because that's what happened to Mud on our road trip -- 0.5 miles into the ride, he crashed into a tree leaving him a sore and stiff neck for the entire trip. Oh, with a bleeding lip like that, you named your new route Wooden Socks? I would have gone with something like "My Lip Needs Stitches" if it had been me.