Not worth it

Hey, this weather rules! So yeah, not posting so much lately. Summer gets a bit nuts. It's a good nuts though, can't complain.

So just a lil gabby gabby...

I fell when biking up a hill the other day. Just went to jump off because I have no idea what I was thinking going up that steep death trap. It was so steep that when I went to hop off, gravity stepped in and forced me and my bike downwards. Got a bruise on my stomach where the handlebar broke my fall.

Thanks a lot handlebar. Ouch.

I looked around. Phew! No one saw me. That's the worst, an audience to my foibles.

Otherwise I did a lot better than the motorcyclist I saw face down on the highway just minutes later. Yikes. God, if I owned a motorbike instead of a car I would've been dead years ago. Literally. Not kidding. I've totalled 3 cars and none of it was my fault. I know, you're thinking, "riiiiiiiiight" and "how is that even possible?" You're thinking I was either not paying attention or a very non-defensive driver, or that I must have even been at least 25% at fault. But no, I was NOT at fault. I'm dead serious. Not dead, luckily, but deadly serious. After the 3rd accident the insurance companies were wondering though. God, you could not pay me enough pain and suffering cash to make it worth all that fuss. NOT worth it I tell ya.

Anyways, it looked like the guy was breathing and a minute later I could hear the ambulances on their way. It happened on the one day I didn't have my camera on me. There's no way I could take photos of that anyways. I'd feel like a meathead. It might make the blog more interesting, but it's not worth it. Nope.

Speaking of which, I was biking on the High Level Bridge and a pigeon was flying along with me. It would fly beside me (which is very cool, feels like you're flying with them) and then it would go above and cross over a few times. The thought of being dive bombed with pigeon poop crossed my mind. It truly felt like one of those near-poop experiences. My fantasy world was quickly crumbling, perhaps flying with the pigeons wasn't all good times. Then for a split second I thought, "man that'd make a good blog post, getting pooped on, haha, hilarious" ... What the? What exactly was I thinking!?! Not worth it. You gotta watch what you wish for these days I tell ya. I do love it when others get pooped on though. 'The bird pooped on me' stories always go over well in my world. I just don't want to be the one telling it.

Ok, lunchtime is over. Each minute I burn on here is one less minute in the sunshine. Enjoy your day, eh.