Took a hard fall today in front of my friends. At the end of a beginning-of-the-season ride of only 20 miles, I was staring at my Garmin Edge GPS trying to store the data collection while not watching the pavement (kinda’ like texting while driving). I never saw the fist-sized chunk of asphalt left behind by the recent snow plow activity, and my front wheel rolled and turned off the top of the chunk. I fell hard on my left side, banging my fortunately helmeted head on the road surface and scraping skin off all the body protuberances (elbow, hip, knee) on the left. My friends were in the parking area putting away their own bikes. Apparently it made some noise because several ran up to ask if I was all right. Was I worried about myself? No, my first question was “Is my bike okay?”