Yesterday on the way to work I crashed my bike riding down some stairs. Flew over the handlebars and had a bit of pavement for breakfast. Wasn’t hurt at all, just a scrape on the elbow, but I was so embarrassed because the guy who picked me up said, “You know, if you put your weight behind the seat like this [demonstrating the position] that won’t happen again.” I know that perfectly well, I’ve ridden down millions of stairs (well, maybe a bit less). I just wasn’t paying attention this time, that’s all.
I bet I looked hilarious too, the mere thought of people flying over their handlebars makes me giggle. Always has ever since I saw Fight Club. I wish I could have seen myself.
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