so on the way to work the other day, all of about four blocks from the door, I said to myself: hey, do you know what would be awesome? Complete 180 endo into a swan dive on the pavement! Mostly because I figured these old Italian guys sitting in folding chairs on the side of the road for no particular reason have probably always wondered what it was like to see half of what could have been a very cool bike trick.
What I ended up with was an acute fracture of the radial head, a split, a sling, some horse-pill-sized Ibuprofen and an
excuse not to be at work stocking groceries for a few weeks.
The incident itself is somewhat embarrassing, particularly because it was 100 percent my own damn fault. But in retelling it to folks over the weekend, I tried to sound less like a crazy person, so naturally I intimated that I was merely participating in the bike-based version of the below video, trying to stop a wicked gremlin from killing us all by kicking at it with my foot as it perched on the front spokes:
THERE’S SOMETHING ON THE WHEEL. SOME….THING!
Or something like that. But, as I’ve sat here desk side contemplating how many movies I can finally get caught up on over the next three to four weeks, here’s something much more terrifying that’s been in my head:
TAKE
THIS BROKEN WING
AND LEARN TO FLYYYYY AGAIN LEARN TO LIVE SO FREE
After all this, I most hope the bike is OK so we can get back out there, just out of spite to Mr. Mister and gremlins everywhere, real or imagined.
Inverted Soapbox 