Aach...ye speak like a poet, but ye punch like one too...

PUNCH LIKE A POET

Wednesday, April 13, 2005
  
Bad for the body, good for the soul

Yesterday I fell off my bike. I hadn't ridden the thing since returning from Canada, so I thought a ride up to campus would be nice, especially as I had things to take care of there anyway. En route I noticed the tires were seriously underinflated, so I made a note to stop by the bike shop on the way home and inflate them. Controlling the bike was quite a bit more difficult than usual. The mushy tires made it wobble all over the place, but I adjusted and made it up the hill just fine. Parked the bike at the library and went about my business.

After finishing up I returned to the bike, unlocked it, and started on my way. Not thirty feet from the bike rack (just at the entrance of the Allkek parking garage ramp, for those of you who know campus) I turned right as I've done hundreds of times, and promptly fell over. A complete and total crash. The tires slid out from under the bike or something. I can't say. All I know for sure is that I fell sprawled across the pavement in front of eighteen live camera crews and thirty seven million of my fellow students who just happened to be walking through the breezeway at that moment. If I'd been doing some cool trick and crashed that'd be one thing. But no--this was completely random. I planted like a fat kid in a funny movie.

Injuries were slight. I only tore up my hands a little bit (cue Black Knight: "I've had worse!"), which I cleaned up in the bathroom at Wells Fargo ("Whatcha going to do? Bleed on me?"). Oh yes--and fractured my dignity in three different places. Which is a good thing. Or so I hear.

# posted by Daniel at 8:39 AM.