I am writing this post to commemorate two weeks since I ate it on my bicycle. Why am I commemorating two weeks you might ask? The answer is simple; I have been too lazy to write up anything before now. Also today I have been able to get some more pictures to go along with this post. I have really enjoyed being able to ride my bike around and back and forth to classes. I am not sure how much longer I will be able to this year, but I intend to enjoy it as much as I can.
When I crashed my bike, it was a very rainy day and I had just come through the intersection, up on the sidewalk and attempted to go over a little bump to cut through the parking lot. Being recently painted yellow, the bump had a nice glossy finish, and coupled with the rain it became very slick. As I proceeded over the bump as I had done many times before I found the forward motion of my bike was coupled with a sideways falling motion, and I found myself being thrown into the concrete. Thinking quickly and not wanting to continue sliding I used my face as a brake (it was close to the ground and this point) and was able to come to a stop.
Ok . . . maybe that wasn’t my original plan, but if you have been thinking about using your face as a brake for something I recommend devising a new plan. After stopping I decided the best thing would be to just lay there. I didn’t really feel like moving. That plan yielded nothing (I am not sure what I was looking for), so I decided I should probably just get up and get home so I could get some things done I needed. I sighed, I rolled over, and I found a girl standing and staring at me a distance away.