Yes .. beer was involved..
36 years of age.. ( I think)
Background- Live out in county. Parents live in barn I own house. I feel like its time to get the ole mountain bike out. Iam feelin like .. ya this would be fun to get back into.. Used to race down hill in my younger days.. wouldnt mind going on some bike rides.. excersise the knees ya know...
Air up the tires, power wash the ole bike off.. Take off down the drive way.. dogs following me.. cant have that. Turn around.. ohh ya lets race.
Shift gears put the foot down.
In my world - How do I say this.. Crank slipped, handles bars turned and Iam looking at the gravel driveway.. thinkin .. ohh ****. Power slide on my arm , wrist.. I feel a sandel go somewere, crap this gonna hurt. Role over.. Ouuuuchhhhh.... Get up.. limp towards bike.. crap were my other sandle go.. go get sandle and then bike.. Palms missin skin, knee has some sikn missin, foot has a bruise growin
I hear from father from across the yard.. "you aint 13 no more!!!" ( he did see sandle flying through air and came out to see what was up and seen me on the ground)
Peroxiode stings like a mother...
Dam I feel alive..
Proof.. 40 minutes ago. Just wiped off again, Gonna have to wrap it later so I dont ruin da sheets.
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