Gary
08/05/2004, 7:59 PM
It was a rainy night, about 10 yrs ago.
I borrowed my buddies bike, as mine was punctured. His bike had no brakes, a fact that would lead to my ultimate downfall.
Oh yeah, it was píssing rain.
I was cycling dpown the Sarsfield road, on the footpath naturally (being a teenager et al). I was picking up a nice speed as the road is a steepish hill, when i rememebered that i had no brakes. I realosed that the footpath was ending, that i was about to shoot across the road, and hit the other footpath. I had to think quick. I knew that i was going off the bike, but which would cause the least suffering. I reached the bottom of the footpath, wrenched the bike to turn right. Couldnt do this quick enough, so my fate was sealed. Drastic measures were needed, so just before impact was made with the far curb, I jumped over the cross bar, doing a nice flip in the meantime, unfortuneatly the bike did similar and landed on my head.
I just lay there, and assessed the damage. Luckily, there was no bones broke. My jeans were filthy, but my pride was to take a battering. I looked up to see the shop across the road, where there was shelter from the rain. Only all my friends, including the girl i fancied the arse off, were there, going wild with laughter.
What could i do, but just lie there, collect my thoughts and face the music. They tell me it was one of the funniest things they ever saw, as i shot out of nowhere and let a scream out of me like a little bitch.
:o
I borrowed my buddies bike, as mine was punctured. His bike had no brakes, a fact that would lead to my ultimate downfall.
Oh yeah, it was píssing rain.
I was cycling dpown the Sarsfield road, on the footpath naturally (being a teenager et al). I was picking up a nice speed as the road is a steepish hill, when i rememebered that i had no brakes. I realosed that the footpath was ending, that i was about to shoot across the road, and hit the other footpath. I had to think quick. I knew that i was going off the bike, but which would cause the least suffering. I reached the bottom of the footpath, wrenched the bike to turn right. Couldnt do this quick enough, so my fate was sealed. Drastic measures were needed, so just before impact was made with the far curb, I jumped over the cross bar, doing a nice flip in the meantime, unfortuneatly the bike did similar and landed on my head.
I just lay there, and assessed the damage. Luckily, there was no bones broke. My jeans were filthy, but my pride was to take a battering. I looked up to see the shop across the road, where there was shelter from the rain. Only all my friends, including the girl i fancied the arse off, were there, going wild with laughter.
What could i do, but just lie there, collect my thoughts and face the music. They tell me it was one of the funniest things they ever saw, as i shot out of nowhere and let a scream out of me like a little bitch.
:o