As far as I can tell, my bike does not like Thursdays. Yesterday I woke up to a slow-leak flat tire. My roommates had already left so I pumped up the flat as much as it could take, threw the pump in my basket, and sprinted as fast as I could towards class. I made it about half way before I had to refill the tire. That's when the tube ruptured resulting in me having to push my bike 1.5 miles and being 20 minutes late to class.
Last Thursday I was riding home after class ( admittedly after a few beers) and I got into a bit of a disagreement with some asphalt. It was dark and there was a girl standing in the bike path as I came around a blind corner. I did the gentlemanly thing and went into the flower bed. Unfortunately when I tried to join the bike path again there was some sort of technical problem and I ended up crashing. Luckily for the flowers I fell on the asphalt. And luckily for me I was wearing a helmet. I bounced right up and got back in the saddle. My roommate, who was ahead of me, had stopped when he heard my head hit the ground and we rode home together. Everything seemed fine until the next morning when I realized I had a cracked rib. Maybe I should dry hop a beer with adrenaline and you doctors can market it as a painkiller.
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