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.
