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Hello, friends.
People are always telling me that I have bad luck. I simply don't think this is true. Actually, I think I'm quite lucky.
Example: I was riding along, enjoying my morning commute, when some asshole hits my rear fender and send me flying over my handle bars. I landed squarely on my back, knocking the wind out of me. The asshole sped off, leaving me on the ground. I propped myself up on a piece of broken glass, which was 10 times more freaky for me than getting hit.
After the accident, I thought I fixed my bike pretty well, but alas, this was just not the case. I was riding home around midnight a few nights later when my bike just suddenly... stopped. This time, instead of just flying over the handle bars, my bike flipped, too. For a minute I couldn't find my legs. I had to touch them to make sure they were there. Turns out, the bolt that holds my front fender and brake to my frame was missing, presumably from the previous accident. I bet years of grit and rust were holding it in place til that fateful night. The brake fell between my spokes, stopping the bike immediately. I scrapped myself up a little... a chunk missing from my hand, hole in my hoodie, but nothing serious.
I did something kind of stupid to get myself home... I had a bunch of rubber bands, and I put them on where the bolt should have been and rode home like a grannie on downers. I wouldn't recommend doing that, but whatever. It worked.
Some people, when considering my history of weird/bad things happening to me, might consider this bad luck. I, on the other hand, think these people are just whiney. Both times could have been a lot worse, especially the last one. I was riding as fast as I could given the ginormous size of my bike, and I ride with a heavy chain and lock around my waist. I landed in a way that my chain was logged between my hip bone and the concrete. It hurt for days. Imagine how bad it would have been if I cracked something. I also could have broken...
People are always telling me that I have bad luck. I simply don't think this is true. Actually, I think I'm quite lucky.
Example: I was riding along, enjoying my morning commute, when some asshole hits my rear fender and send me flying over my handle bars. I landed squarely on my back, knocking the wind out of me. The asshole sped off, leaving me on the ground. I propped myself up on a piece of broken glass, which was 10 times more freaky for me than getting hit.
After the accident, I thought I fixed my bike pretty well, but alas, this was just not the case. I was riding home around midnight a few nights later when my bike just suddenly... stopped. This time, instead of just flying over the handle bars, my bike flipped, too. For a minute I couldn't find my legs. I had to touch them to make sure they were there. Turns out, the bolt that holds my front fender and brake to my frame was missing, presumably from the previous accident. I bet years of grit and rust were holding it in place til that fateful night. The brake fell between my spokes, stopping the bike immediately. I scrapped myself up a little... a chunk missing from my hand, hole in my hoodie, but nothing serious.
I did something kind of stupid to get myself home... I had a bunch of rubber bands, and I put them on where the bolt should have been and rode home like a grannie on downers. I wouldn't recommend doing that, but whatever. It worked.
Some people, when considering my history of weird/bad things happening to me, might consider this bad luck. I, on the other hand, think these people are just whiney. Both times could have been a lot worse, especially the last one. I was riding as fast as I could given the ginormous size of my bike, and I ride with a heavy chain and lock around my waist. I landed in a way that my chain was logged between my hip bone and the concrete. It hurt for days. Imagine how bad it would have been if I cracked something. I also could have broken...
JANUARY 2010
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