DreadnoughtDT
God of Hyperdeath
Not really an accident, per se, but a story to tell you all.
So, I've been learning to bike in my phy ed. class. We have this bike trail that goes around campus and by Highway 151, then back to campus. Along the way, there's a wooden, single-file bridge with a ramp going up and one going down. The ramps have no side-bars. Problem.
I felt my front wheel starting to slip off, so I instinctively slammed down my left foot... Only, there was no ground there. I grabbed out at the twigs and such hanging from a nearby sapling, but there was nothing substantial. I fell, and I instinctively twisted around so my back was facing the ground, waiting for the finality of my skull hitting the rocks... And it never happened. By some stroke of luck, the brush had caught on my sweatshirt and kept me about a foot off the ground. The brush also covered everything but my limbs.
My teacher shouted over the edge of the bridge, asking if I was okay. For ten seconds, I didn't answer. I was in shock, a bit. But after those ten seconds, I nonchalantly gave my teacher a thumbs-up. She asked me if I could talk, and I answered back "I'm okay." In a rather calm voice. I worked my way out of the brush, grabbed my bike, and walked it carefully along the bridge. At this time, my teacher decided I was fine and rode ahead with the rest of the group.
My friend Cruz was still at my side, and poked me to get my attention. He was smiling. "Did you hear what the teacher said as you were falling?" He asked me. I shook my head no. "She was frantic, yelling "SAVE THE BIKE!"." He told me, and we both laughed for a good five minutes while we biked along.
Cruz now calls me Nate the Unbreakable. XD
And before you ask, this is a true story.
So, I've been learning to bike in my phy ed. class. We have this bike trail that goes around campus and by Highway 151, then back to campus. Along the way, there's a wooden, single-file bridge with a ramp going up and one going down. The ramps have no side-bars. Problem.
I felt my front wheel starting to slip off, so I instinctively slammed down my left foot... Only, there was no ground there. I grabbed out at the twigs and such hanging from a nearby sapling, but there was nothing substantial. I fell, and I instinctively twisted around so my back was facing the ground, waiting for the finality of my skull hitting the rocks... And it never happened. By some stroke of luck, the brush had caught on my sweatshirt and kept me about a foot off the ground. The brush also covered everything but my limbs.
My teacher shouted over the edge of the bridge, asking if I was okay. For ten seconds, I didn't answer. I was in shock, a bit. But after those ten seconds, I nonchalantly gave my teacher a thumbs-up. She asked me if I could talk, and I answered back "I'm okay." In a rather calm voice. I worked my way out of the brush, grabbed my bike, and walked it carefully along the bridge. At this time, my teacher decided I was fine and rode ahead with the rest of the group.
My friend Cruz was still at my side, and poked me to get my attention. He was smiling. "Did you hear what the teacher said as you were falling?" He asked me. I shook my head no. "She was frantic, yelling "SAVE THE BIKE!"." He told me, and we both laughed for a good five minutes while we biked along.
Cruz now calls me Nate the Unbreakable. XD
And before you ask, this is a true story.
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