Over the Handlebars.

Okay, so I was riding my roommates bike to my cousins apartment for my other cousins birthday. I was cruising along when all of the sudden the sidewalk gave out and the front of the bike went down. I only had a few minutes to figure out what in the world was happening before it actually happened.

There was a road, and so the sidewalk, instead of politely meeting up with the road on a smooth decline, just gave out. Soon the back wheel followed and I was a full half a foot lower than the actual sidewalk. It clicked just then that -concerning this sidewalk -what goes down must soon come back up. I managed to declare the words: "Oh crap!" before everything unfolded.

I squeezed the brakes and braced for the worst. My bike hit the curb that met up with the sidewalk -which was, as I said before, half a foot higher than the road -and I flew up over the handlebars and landed on the concrete sidewalk. The next thing I remember is lying on my back with my legs tangled in the bike, which was now on top of me.

I just laid there. My body was so worked up about everything that I couldn't figure out whether I want to bust up laughing or ball my eyes out. I chose the first and got to my feet before anyone saw me. ...At least, I hope no one saw me.

Aside from worked up nerves, a hurt knee, and a bleeding elbow, I was pretty much fine. I managed to tow the bike to my other cousins house where I was able to clean up and have the bike-chain re-assembled as it had fallen loose during the accident. Anyway, I thought it was pretty much amazing that I crashed yesterday and I wanted you to know about it. :) I just can't believe it actually happened!