Oh What Fun It is to Ride

In fifth grade- a very crucial time in every pre-adolescent’s life- I came across one of the most embarrassing moments of my childhood. While I was riding my bike to school, just as I did every morning, I cruised by the junior high school checking out the older seventh grade hunnies. Suddenly my front tire skimmed the freakishly awkward cut Long Beach grass and lost control of my bike, inevitably running into a parked car. As the crowds began to gather around (and the nurse brought out the stretcher and wheelchair) I had decided that boys were a bad distraction. Apparently, that life lesson only lasted a good two weeks before I completely forgot about it. Although I was not badly injured, I still have a permanent scar on both my left shin and my ego.
Shout out to Tati for sending me an article on sibling horses (Rusty and Becky) in Newfoundland that went on a wild rampage and smashed their sleigh into two cars, causing permanent damage. The article suggests that Rusty and Becky went on this car “slaying” spree because they were frustrated by a car’s exhaust fumes they were forced to breathe in; I found my accident lacking a good excuse. Life Lesson for the day: Boys and exhaust fumes only lead to horrible accidents involving parked cars.

Written While Listening to “Pressure Point” by The Zutons.