PEAS AND ADVIL

I COULD TELL HE WAS GOING TO CRASH AS SOON AS I HEARD HIS SIDEWALLS SLIPSLIDING AWAY.  But, there was nothing I could do because I was right on his rear wheel.  I hoped he'd scrape away from me or bounce off the trail.  Instead, I landed on him and on my right wrist.

Not a scratch on me.
Adrenaline spiked.

I popped up, mashed my cleats into the pedals and went all out for 5 minutes to get back up to the leader.  Slowly the wrist's signals broke the news to me... 

Hey Pal, it's me, your right wrist.  We got a problem.

You mean, you gotta a problem because me and the rest of The Old Diesel are racin' so shut up and hang on!

Oh, I see what you mean.  Well, I'll suck it up.  But you'll be sorry-er, late-er.

Whatever Right Wrist, just do your job.