Only in fucking Las Vegas (or maybe Tempe, right Dan?) can I sustain a cycling injury like this:

I was on a 14 mile ride (which is my longest outside of a poker ride) and the outside temperature was 108. I stop at an intersection and lean on stop light pole with my right arm. A split second later I realize it’s hotter than fuck and instinctively jerk away. When I did that, part of my skin had melted to the pole, and it separated when I pulled away, it’s the bloody spot in the photo. If you look close you can see a little bit of the skin flap on the bottom. There’s definitely a clear red box from the contact area.

Lesson learned. Outdoor things in Vegas can burn you…badly.

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