I turn onto 16th Ave from 9th St, accelerating, all my weight is on the right pedal. In an instant, the chain pops off, the pedal gives way, dropping my foot to the pavement, and the rest of me quickly follows. Nothing is broken, but my clothes are ruined, and I’m generally scraped and cut up everywhere. It then begins downpouring!
steve!!! you poor thing!!!
rub some ointment on that… hehe
*hugs*
Can we help you with anything? Perhaps come by with some chicken soup? or the latest edition of Reader’s Digest? Seriously though, man, that’s messed up. Stupid rain. Hope you feel better!
Yikes! Using my imagination by putting myself in your place, I get this overwhelming feeling of embarrassment, stupidity (even though it wouldn’t have been my, wasn’t your, fault), dejection and some misery. Which would then lead me to humility in realizing I don’t have control over the situation giving me a much better attitude about the whole thing (all this would take 10.2 seconds, I timed it). Hope your feeling ok and that your pride is more scared than your body. See you whenever you can return to work.
Steve,
Dude, WTF? Glad you’re OK…the graphic photos and description of the event were priceless.
The coupe de grace was the downpouring of rain…insult to injury…what could be better?
Be careful our there,
Tim
What’s that in your hand? Is that a grenade pin? Well there is your problem right there.
Sorry I told you to cover up your boo-boo at dinner. It was ass-y of me.
Bwahahaha, I found youuuu.
Paul’s Creep-dawg Girlfriend,
Heather E. R.
seriously, Steve. what a puss.
Should of thrown the grenade away from the bike chain, bonehead! Your lucky you lived!
Frank