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things turn very quickly in life sometimes; my roommate was jumped the other day -- it was just a mistake. he was selling a bike on craigslist and they thought it was a bike that had been stolen from them. they met in a shadowy part of town (my roommates mistake for agree-ing to meet there) -- a tv on the radio-esque fellow rode his bike in from the shadows and knocked him down while two others who had been creeping behind him came up, ready to enact a cowardly (is any other kind) 3 on 1 suprise ass whupping when the realised it wasn't the bike they were looking for. they scrammed. my roommate was amazed by the speed and stupidity of it all.
today i went over my handle bars. i was riding back from a bbq, tearing up the streets from carroll gardens, through fort greene. i was feeling good, riding fast, flowing through the traffic, mind well attuned to lumbering traffic. we hit a bit of a flat way and started to speed a bit, the cadence of my legs steadily increasing, when my roommate (who was leading the way) made a quick right on willoughby. caught off guard, just a bit, i tried to slow down and turn hard, but unfamiliar with the strength of the front breaks, i heard sharp squeeze of the breaks and felt the rear of the bike rise sharply -- it ejected me cleanly over the handle bars. the shock of impact was almost too quick to consider, i rolled around with my wind knocked out, crawled about, grunted a bunch, staggered onto the side walk dazed. a woman who lived on the corner asked me if i was ok and needed anything. "cold compress please" -- i felt a big fogged up, the surprise of physics suddenly upturning my world mixed with the zen like singled minded focus of the ride.
ive only gone over my handle bars a few times in my adult life. twice before was in japan. one time it was because my front handle bars were loose and basically came off. the tired turned perpendicular to my velocity vector and i went over on the path next to the kamogawa. i skidded a bit and looked around to see if anyone saw me. phew. the 2nd time i was tearing up teramachi street as fast as i could on a bike i'd stolen earlier that night, drunk off my ass from a wild night in shijou. something happened and i went over and tore off my palm. it hurt like shit and i couldn't breath for minutes, but i as soon i caught my breadth i started to laugh and laugh. my friends came over and asked if i was ok and i kept saying, "tama ni jibun on chi wo minai to ikan da zo, hahahahaha"
after the picture i put on some bandages and drank and smoked a good deal. mostly i remember watching battleship yamato and being quite amazed by the robot on the ship.
today i went over my handle bars. i was riding back from a bbq, tearing up the streets from carroll gardens, through fort greene. i was feeling good, riding fast, flowing through the traffic, mind well attuned to lumbering traffic. we hit a bit of a flat way and started to speed a bit, the cadence of my legs steadily increasing, when my roommate (who was leading the way) made a quick right on willoughby. caught off guard, just a bit, i tried to slow down and turn hard, but unfamiliar with the strength of the front breaks, i heard sharp squeeze of the breaks and felt the rear of the bike rise sharply -- it ejected me cleanly over the handle bars. the shock of impact was almost too quick to consider, i rolled around with my wind knocked out, crawled about, grunted a bunch, staggered onto the side walk dazed. a woman who lived on the corner asked me if i was ok and needed anything. "cold compress please" -- i felt a big fogged up, the surprise of physics suddenly upturning my world mixed with the zen like singled minded focus of the ride.
ive only gone over my handle bars a few times in my adult life. twice before was in japan. one time it was because my front handle bars were loose and basically came off. the tired turned perpendicular to my velocity vector and i went over on the path next to the kamogawa. i skidded a bit and looked around to see if anyone saw me. phew. the 2nd time i was tearing up teramachi street as fast as i could on a bike i'd stolen earlier that night, drunk off my ass from a wild night in shijou. something happened and i went over and tore off my palm. it hurt like shit and i couldn't breath for minutes, but i as soon i caught my breadth i started to laugh and laugh. my friends came over and asked if i was ok and i kept saying, "tama ni jibun on chi wo minai to ikan da zo, hahahahaha"
after the picture i put on some bandages and drank and smoked a good deal. mostly i remember watching battleship yamato and being quite amazed by the robot on the ship.