Bicycle accident
I forgot to mention
that I was coming home from a friend's house this afternoon and the
chain broke on my bike just as I was crossing Dairy
Ashford (a busy street on Saturday
afternoon). I'm poring on the
coals and ker-snap. I almost racked
myself (God loves me because the bar missed, but it still hurts a
bit.) and was stuck out in the middle of the street with no chain,
off balance, in that moment of shock when
you are in pain, and traffic barring down
on me. I managed not to get smooshed and
staggered to the side of the road. I just stood there for a
minute counting my blessings. I hadn't ridden that bike in a year. I
had just checked the chain, tires, steering, breaks, and seat. You
can't check a chain except by a stress test.
I had an old bike a couple of years ago that failed under stress
while crossing the road. The back wheel came off because the dopes at
Academy hadn't tightened the bolts down
enough. I was nearly killed. Thanks Mr. $5.25 an hour.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
2003-06-28
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