How embarrassing!!!!!!!
Ever fell off a bike? Embarrassing, right? What about fell off a bike in front of people? The embarrassment grows then, doesn't it? How about on a busy street? You feel your cheeks getting redder, don't you? How about when you're 26 years-old, you fall off your bike on a crowded street, right in front of your house, and then just lie in agony on the sidewalk while people drive by? How's THAT for completely humiliating?
Yep, true story. Happened to me. Did you know that the left brake on a bike is your front brake, and the right brake is your rear brake? I did NOT know this. Why didn't someone tell me this? Shouldn't this be in a manual or something?
I'm gaining speed, getting much closer to my house. The wind is in my hair, my heart is pounding, everything is great. I'm getting nervous because a turn is coming up, and I'm no good at turns. I'm concentrating really hard. Too hard, I guess, because I forgot to slow down. So instead of easing on my brakes, I slam them. Unfortunately, not knowing that the left brake is the front brake (see above paragraph), I hit that one harder. Over the top of the bike I go.
I have scrapes on my hands. I'm a whimp. Scrapes are huge for me. I also have a mondo-giant bruise growing on my upper left thigh. That's where the bike landed on top of me.
Ever MORE embarrassing, though doubly-sweet, is the fact that three, yes THREE, cars turned around and came and asked if we (my very over-protective, freaking out by now, hubsand was with me..THANK GOD) needed help. Isn't that sweet? Everyone thinks I live in a bad neighborhood. Mostly because black people live here. *GASP* Did I just say black people? How COULD I possibly live near "those" people. Sheesh. But this just proves how great my neighborhood truly is. Three couples took time out of their busy lives and turned around to see if a poor woman needed help. That's awesome. And just when I was beginning to lack faith in humanity.
I'm still totally embarrassed.
Yep, true story. Happened to me. Did you know that the left brake on a bike is your front brake, and the right brake is your rear brake? I did NOT know this. Why didn't someone tell me this? Shouldn't this be in a manual or something?
I'm gaining speed, getting much closer to my house. The wind is in my hair, my heart is pounding, everything is great. I'm getting nervous because a turn is coming up, and I'm no good at turns. I'm concentrating really hard. Too hard, I guess, because I forgot to slow down. So instead of easing on my brakes, I slam them. Unfortunately, not knowing that the left brake is the front brake (see above paragraph), I hit that one harder. Over the top of the bike I go.
I have scrapes on my hands. I'm a whimp. Scrapes are huge for me. I also have a mondo-giant bruise growing on my upper left thigh. That's where the bike landed on top of me.
Ever MORE embarrassing, though doubly-sweet, is the fact that three, yes THREE, cars turned around and came and asked if we (my very over-protective, freaking out by now, hubsand was with me..THANK GOD) needed help. Isn't that sweet? Everyone thinks I live in a bad neighborhood. Mostly because black people live here. *GASP* Did I just say black people? How COULD I possibly live near "those" people. Sheesh. But this just proves how great my neighborhood truly is. Three couples took time out of their busy lives and turned around to see if a poor woman needed help. That's awesome. And just when I was beginning to lack faith in humanity.
I'm still totally embarrassed.
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Now, this is strange, I just posted to another of your blogs, and decided to read some others. Let me tell you a story, kinda like yours, but worse I think. I will begin at the beginning, which is a good place to start I think. First off, this is an incident which has so many reasons for being funny, it is not funny. Ok, here goes, I hope you do not mind me rambling in your blog. Last year, I decided to get my Motorcycle license, at the age of 32 (don't ask me why, it is an even longer story)I took a weekend safety course, which was a 4 hour class on Friday night, then 8-5 on Sat and Sun riding small 100cc and 125 cc enduro type motorcycles. When I was getting ready to do all of this, a friend of mine, who had been riding for years, since his teens, decided to get another bike, he had been without one for a few years, after he got married, and started having kids etc. So, I take my course, get my 2nd level license, and buy a new bike (honda 750 shadow ACE) My buddy, goes out and buys a brand new R1. And, we ride. Whenever we can, whereever we can, we both just love riding. Well, here is where it gets interesting. My buddies wife, is EXTREMELY jealous type. For reasons which will stay her own, she decides she wants to learn to ride too. The obvious reason is, when me and my bud went riding for hours, she could not really come with us, unless she drove the minivan behind us. See, she would not get on the back of Dave's bike, cuz it was a crotch rocket, and really uncomfortable for her, and I was not allowed to take a passenger for 60 days (restrictions on my license). So, you guessed it, she took the same course I did, passed it. Although, the weekend she took the course, she stayed in town with my girlfriend (now EX) and I, and after work Sat night, I went home and slept on the couch, somehow she wound up in bed with my GF, which was cool, no big deal. Well, Sunday morning comes, and she really does not want to go back to the course, she hates it, she is having problems, she is falling of the bike etc. I convince her to go back, finish off. She did fine, we all went and met up with her after the Sunday session. I remembered that the first day was really tough compared to the second, the first day is all slow speed manouvering etc, what a pain in the ass. Now, she is all happy, she passed, she loves it, she is glad I made her go back. Well to make a long story even longer...my buddy goes out and buys her a BRAND NEW KAWASAKI Vulcan 800. Now this is the thing, Dave's wife, is about 5'0", and maybe 110 lbs, she is on an 800cc, I am 270, riding a 750, and of course, she has to make comments about that fact, like "oh, my bike is bigger than yours, has a bigger engine, is a pretty red etc, just being a little bitch, but I knew she was just kidding around. I think this is too much bike for her, they both think it is fine, so we take her to a parking lot, let her ride around, getting used to the bike, I ride along side, and behind her follow her around, make sure she is not getting into any trouble, and it seems fine, remember this was a huge empty parking lot of a closed grocery store. Well the big moment comes she says she is ready to ride herself on the streets. So the 3 of us go back to their house, Dave get's his gear on, and jumps on his bike. This is how she wants to ride, Dave in Front, her in the middle, and me behind. Makes sense, gives her a safety barrier. Well, the ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD is outside. Her kids on the porch, her friends watching, must have been 20 people watching us. Dave gets the thumbs up, he starts off, his wifey, not so good, first thing, she stalls it from the stop in front of the house, bike falls over on her. Now remember this is a 600lb bike, just fell on a 110lb girl. So, I drop my kickstand, and run up, and lift the bike off her, help her up. Now her kids are screaming, the 4 year old is crying for her not to go on the bike, every neighbor is coming over to see if she is ok, and Dave makes his way back to check on her. She is rattled, REALLY REALLY embarrassed, she just dropped a brand new $10,000 bike, which she had no business being on in my opinion, just so she could ride with me and her hubby. I told the neighbors she was fine, and kinda let everyone know to go home, she was SUPER embarrassed. I insisted she get back on the bike, and give it a go again, I was sure, if she did not get back on it right then, she never would, I told her what she did wrong and we started out again, well, here it is, she stalled the bike 36 times on the streets (yes we counted) And dropped it 4 times, it was always when she was pretty much stopped, so not that big a deal, no serious injuries. But the funniest part was this, we were riding along the Niagara Parkway, which for a new rider is great, becasue it is a very long, slightly twisty road, with few or no stops for miles, once you are moving you keep going, no need to stop and start, which is the hardest part for riders, especially new riders. Along the parkway are many parks, and trees, picnic tables, tourists, flowers....and 1 Golf Course. Can you see it coming? I would not believe it, if I hadn't seen it, an errant tee shot, comes and bonks her right in the gas tank, leaving a nice dent, in her new bike that has about 10 miles on it, and then richochets up into her helmet. But get this, she doesn't fall off, I figured she was a goner for sure, gonna drive off the road into a tree, but she just slowed the bike, and fell off as usual. Even weeks later, after we had ridden a few more times, she still stalls that bike 10 times a ride. That is much more embarrassing than yours I believe, hope this made you feel better and, I hope your bruises are going away. Holy crap I ramble on. Sorry
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