Oh man... today I almost died.
I was riding my bike to class (as always) on the bike path on the shoulder of the road...some guy honked at me and I tried to go faster... it didnt work, my pedals gave way! I somehow managed to get my foot stuck between the bike tire and the metal frame part... ouch. Then my bike came out from under me and over my head... I hit the ground back first and bounced off my back onto the back of my head and landed face up tangled in my bike in the middle of the road. Thank goodness the guy in the large black hippie van behind me was paying attention because he stopped and honked rather than squashing me... Why the hell would you honk if someone was on the ground in front of your car? I mean.. it's not like I was fucking cloud watching!!! Turns out, I have a concussion (duh... my head hit concrete..) and my entire body hurts because when I went to land on the cement I must have flexed every muscle in my body in a "I'm going to DIE" defense... I knew it looked bad because I've had some ugly and dangerous spills on my bike and nobody has ever stopped to see if I was okay... but like 8 people rushed over to see if I was okay... (Probably cause I landed on my head...) For those of you thinking "helmet?" let me tell you how fun it is to wear a helmet when it's 88 degrees outside.. I'd have to wear a hat when I take it off because I'd have terrible helmet head 24/7... I know that makes me sound like a shallow boob... but the occurance of accidents last semester was too small to worry about--- that is, until the bike got old and rusty in the rain...
My head is killing me... grrr...
I hate my damn bike- I mean, yes it has seen me through the entire school year, but it was 50 bucks at Target. The lock and the cushy gel seat pad cost more than the actual bike itself... every time I'm in a hurry I have a bike wreck though... possibly because the gears are shit and it thinks I'm shifting whenever I push down hard on the pedals..
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I was riding my bike to class (as always) on the bike path on the shoulder of the road...some guy honked at me and I tried to go faster... it didnt work, my pedals gave way! I somehow managed to get my foot stuck between the bike tire and the metal frame part... ouch. Then my bike came out from under me and over my head... I hit the ground back first and bounced off my back onto the back of my head and landed face up tangled in my bike in the middle of the road. Thank goodness the guy in the large black hippie van behind me was paying attention because he stopped and honked rather than squashing me... Why the hell would you honk if someone was on the ground in front of your car? I mean.. it's not like I was fucking cloud watching!!! Turns out, I have a concussion (duh... my head hit concrete..) and my entire body hurts because when I went to land on the cement I must have flexed every muscle in my body in a "I'm going to DIE" defense... I knew it looked bad because I've had some ugly and dangerous spills on my bike and nobody has ever stopped to see if I was okay... but like 8 people rushed over to see if I was okay... (Probably cause I landed on my head...) For those of you thinking "helmet?" let me tell you how fun it is to wear a helmet when it's 88 degrees outside.. I'd have to wear a hat when I take it off because I'd have terrible helmet head 24/7... I know that makes me sound like a shallow boob... but the occurance of accidents last semester was too small to worry about--- that is, until the bike got old and rusty in the rain...
My head is killing me... grrr...
I hate my damn bike- I mean, yes it has seen me through the entire school year, but it was 50 bucks at Target. The lock and the cushy gel seat pad cost more than the actual bike itself... every time I'm in a hurry I have a bike wreck though... possibly because the gears are shit and it thinks I'm shifting whenever I push down hard on the pedals..
*ps... go to my site* ***My Photography Site***
the last time i took a spill was when i was going really fast downhill when a dog suddenly appeared between some cars. some people came over to see if i was ok as well.
It's funny you call that a hippie van. In Vancouver we call them redneck vans. I had one hit me while I was riding a bike to work and the motherfucker didn't even stop. I gashed up my leg and the 2 litre orange juice I had in my backpack exploded all over my clothes. Needless to say I wasn't thrilled.
ps: I grew up in Cornwall, in the south of England