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We were riding our bikes back from a wedding reception, in Springfield, MO. It was dusk. We rode through a park like neighborhood replete with sculpture, and out of nowhere, the leader of the bike pack goes DOWN, BAM!
We three follow. I fall hard, banging my ass bone on the top tube of the bike, projected at about `15 MPH. I flew off the bike and banged the back of my head, hard, on the asphalt. Luckily, i was wearing a helmet. Lucky indeed as i cracked my helmet damn near in half. Shit.
Turns out, someone had strung fishing line across the road, tying it to a tree and a pole. Our buddy Camping hit it head on, it cut him right across the neck, and he fell, and we dominoed on top. Such a criminal nefarious act, this anonymous jackass performed. I am still limping, and cannot sit or bend with any comfort. Everyone is ok, relatively, but i do not think i'll ever feel entirely safe riding in the dark again.
Wear your helmet, kids. It could save you life. And beware the rogue fishing line.
We three follow. I fall hard, banging my ass bone on the top tube of the bike, projected at about `15 MPH. I flew off the bike and banged the back of my head, hard, on the asphalt. Luckily, i was wearing a helmet. Lucky indeed as i cracked my helmet damn near in half. Shit.
Turns out, someone had strung fishing line across the road, tying it to a tree and a pole. Our buddy Camping hit it head on, it cut him right across the neck, and he fell, and we dominoed on top. Such a criminal nefarious act, this anonymous jackass performed. I am still limping, and cannot sit or bend with any comfort. Everyone is ok, relatively, but i do not think i'll ever feel entirely safe riding in the dark again.
Wear your helmet, kids. It could save you life. And beware the rogue fishing line.