Ice Cream Scars
Jan. 9th, 2004 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakA Short Pointless Story
There is a spot on my right knee where I have no sensation of touch on the skin. It is like the spot has been permanently numbed without the half prickly sensation of novocain. This happened because of me being truly stupid on day back when I was 13. There was this ice cream place in town that I wanted to try out. So I rode into town on my bicycle and got an ice cream cone. Here's the part where I did bone headed stuff. I then tried to ride my bicycle while eating my ice cream.
I must have looked quite a sight riding on my yellow bike eating pistachio ice cream. Definitely a geek even though I didn't wear glasses yet. At the bottom I nearly dropped the cone and in trying to prevent that I drove off the curb. Then I lost control and ended up spayed out on the ground. So that's how I ended up in my worse bike wreak ever, purely my fault.
I did learn a good lesson from this. If it seems boneheaded, don't do it. Nothing terribly stunning there. Oh and never try to bicycle with less than two hands on the handle bars. It just doesn't work. Cost of the lesson? One destroyed pair of grey pants and some scars that have taken about a decade to fade on my knee and the joints of my right hand.
There is a spot on my right knee where I have no sensation of touch on the skin. It is like the spot has been permanently numbed without the half prickly sensation of novocain. This happened because of me being truly stupid on day back when I was 13. There was this ice cream place in town that I wanted to try out. So I rode into town on my bicycle and got an ice cream cone. Here's the part where I did bone headed stuff. I then tried to ride my bicycle while eating my ice cream.
I must have looked quite a sight riding on my yellow bike eating pistachio ice cream. Definitely a geek even though I didn't wear glasses yet. At the bottom I nearly dropped the cone and in trying to prevent that I drove off the curb. Then I lost control and ended up spayed out on the ground. So that's how I ended up in my worse bike wreak ever, purely my fault.
I did learn a good lesson from this. If it seems boneheaded, don't do it. Nothing terribly stunning there. Oh and never try to bicycle with less than two hands on the handle bars. It just doesn't work. Cost of the lesson? One destroyed pair of grey pants and some scars that have taken about a decade to fade on my knee and the joints of my right hand.