Thought I'd better get the legs moving again after the weekend. Saw the doc today and she confirmed the broken rib, but neglected to tell me to keep off the bike. I'm actually feeling great already, a bit stiff, but that's nothing Ruth my "therapeutic masseur" can't fix. (I like to use quotations because I believe she just tortures me for her own pleasure).
So Frankenbetty rides like a Princess, an ugly Princess.