L-dawg's Journal: skid

Only 8:15AM and it has already been a brilliant day.

It's like this:

Wet pavement + badly positioned pedistrian + small puddle I want to avoid + don't want to ride bike off of bridge into Strawberry Creek + my misplaced belief that I am an expert bike rider + my belief in traction + my extreme dislike of using my brakes ever, especially in Faculty Glade where you want to milk that extra momentum as much as possible on the way down = brilliant, brilliant, brilliant spill just before the bridge on the ride to school just now, with spectators.

I was banking left to avoid the pedestrian and puddle and next thing you know, bike is sliding, fat ass is on the pavement (well, hip and elbow, well protected by clothing), bike is sliding away from me, I myself am bouncing and sliding (I am one durable mofo, dammit). Immediate thought: holy shit you are one dumb fuck, but this is pretty funny! Passer-by berated me for not wearing a helmet (holy crap I wear a helmet every day but must've been extra spacy and distracted this morning from weekend riddled with meaningless anxiety). No blood, just a bruised ego, dirty corduroys, and a story for the e-journal. Limping the rest of the way to the office, all I could think was, "Oh my God, is my laptop okay??!!" and "I wish I had that on tape."

notes

[L-dawg]

note 1: Am I a bad driver? I assure you that my dislike of breaking only extends to bike-driving and not car-driving, where I've been said to be the slowest driver in the world. (So the answer is yes.)

note 2: Another hole in the blue REI jacket? I need a new wardrobe, btw.

note 3: For future reference, there's a first aid kit in the main office, and man does antiseptic spray sting. Unfortunately I cannot show anyone my scars because it involves unzipping and pulling down my pants and no one wants th

break? brake?

[L-dawg]

Even my fervent use of m-w.com cannot help me. I hate the world.