Guess who won?
Hint: I had to pick bits of skin off the bike pedal.
That wasn't even the most disturbing part, though, at least from my perspective. No, that was when I was in the shower, merrily shampooing my hair, when Eric burst wincing in the bathroom: "Ow, ow, ow, can I get in there? ow ow OW," and thrust his big bloody leg under the water as I shrunk against the back wall, making sympathetic noises and eeeeew faces.
He's all right, just a little sore and of course bummed that his career as a leg model ended before it could ever really get off the ground. He does have awfully nice gams, if you ask me.