My car won't start, but the world still turns. So... upon investigating my usual route to work, I thought, "I can bike 13 miles to work... no problem."
My helpful boyfriend suggested I take a route that I don't usually follow, because "it has a bike path." Unknowingly, I biked 16 miles to work. At the 14 or so mile point, my cycling became a bit belabored. As I cruised the sidewalk on my Magna Fugitive down the main boulevard of the city, checking people out and showing off, I failed to notice the extreme drop on one side of the pavement. I off-roaded a bit and then crashed on the sidewalk.
I haven't had a scraped knee from a bike accident since I was 12. It's kind of a good feeling.
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