OOOCH!
So I’m sitting at home, it’s around midnight. I get an insurmountable craving for something sweet. I notice that its a nice night out, so I break out the bike and go for a ride, down to the 24 hr. Walgreens. Not many cars out, the cool air feels great on my face. Whooooooossshhhhhhhhh! I get to the store, and pick up some Gold Bears, and grape Gatorade (what can I say, the stuff’s delicious, and hydrating!). I ride home, much more slowly now, as its uphill, and I’ve got a bag pendulating to my right. There is a little spot of construction on the sidewalk, and they have one of those plywood pedestrian tunnels for a detour. I’ve ridden through here a million times, but tonight, as I made my final S shaped turn out of the tunnel, I had an accident. I was only going about five miles per hour, but the bag swinging into, and subsequently stopping, the spokes, was enough to make the bike flip. Head over heels, tits up. Before I know it, SLAP!, I hear the sound of someone dropping 34 steaks onto wet concrete. When I look around I notice both of my shoes are off, and about 18 feet from me. There aren’t any witnesses (thank goodness) so I pick up my bike, now with a bent wheel, and hobble back home. My leg hurts, but not that bad. Luckily though, the gatorade seems to have broken my fall.
-Hobblin’ Dan
