Don't drink and bike? Pfft.
Jul. 18th, 2009 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So don't drink and bike alone? I dunno.
Went to see a movie at Steph's house. We were, for most of it, the only people there--sitting in her backyard, smoking, drinking, watching the fourth Harry Potter movie.
I was a tad tipsy when I left but not, y'know, drunk or anything.
On the way home I think to myself, OMG, a Voodoo donut is an awesome idea. So I turn left after the freeway and take 16th. I get to Sandy and can't remember if Voodoo is east or west. I turn east.
Aaaand then I realize, half a second too late, that the curb doesn't have a curb cut there, and therefore bike straight into the fucking curb. Which means I fall off the bike. My fancy Keen flip-flops come off, the chain comes off the front chainrings, and my left leg meets pavement. It's a wee bit scraped up, including my pinky toe. Nothing that drips or anything, just OW FUCKING OW. I call Shawn (who is, by now, asleep, like a sane human) and leave a cranky voicemail that basically says "WOW I JUST HURT MYSELF AND IT'S MY FAULT, AND BOY DO I FEEL DUMB." I put the chain back on the front chainring.
At this point, I'll be DAMNED if I'm not getting a fucking donut out of this. I bike the other way, lock up, and buy a vegan maple bar from a woman who insists on giving me some damp paper towels to wipe the blood off my leg.
Got home (mostly) without incident. I did bike straight across Burnside without looking. Thank god no one was coming. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I could have easily become, y'know, dead. WTF. I was so distracted being mad at myself for fucking up, that of course I did it again in a way that could have killed me. I'm a fucking GENIUS.
Okay. I'm going to put some neosporin-type-stuff on my leg and toe. And then I'm going to bed.
Went to see a movie at Steph's house. We were, for most of it, the only people there--sitting in her backyard, smoking, drinking, watching the fourth Harry Potter movie.
I was a tad tipsy when I left but not, y'know, drunk or anything.
On the way home I think to myself, OMG, a Voodoo donut is an awesome idea. So I turn left after the freeway and take 16th. I get to Sandy and can't remember if Voodoo is east or west. I turn east.
Aaaand then I realize, half a second too late, that the curb doesn't have a curb cut there, and therefore bike straight into the fucking curb. Which means I fall off the bike. My fancy Keen flip-flops come off, the chain comes off the front chainrings, and my left leg meets pavement. It's a wee bit scraped up, including my pinky toe. Nothing that drips or anything, just OW FUCKING OW. I call Shawn (who is, by now, asleep, like a sane human) and leave a cranky voicemail that basically says "WOW I JUST HURT MYSELF AND IT'S MY FAULT, AND BOY DO I FEEL DUMB." I put the chain back on the front chainring.
At this point, I'll be DAMNED if I'm not getting a fucking donut out of this. I bike the other way, lock up, and buy a vegan maple bar from a woman who insists on giving me some damp paper towels to wipe the blood off my leg.
Got home (mostly) without incident. I did bike straight across Burnside without looking. Thank god no one was coming. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I could have easily become, y'know, dead. WTF. I was so distracted being mad at myself for fucking up, that of course I did it again in a way that could have killed me. I'm a fucking GENIUS.
Okay. I'm going to put some neosporin-type-stuff on my leg and toe. And then I'm going to bed.
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Date: 2009-07-18 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-20 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-21 07:43 pm (UTC)but you shouldn't try to operate a bike while drunk. People use it as though its the safe alternative to driving the car while drunk. This is only true in the sense that you probably won't hurt anyone ELSE.... but drunk bicyclists get hurt.
So do drunk pedestrians. But anyway. That's all.
God I'm glad you're okay!
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Date: 2009-07-21 08:13 pm (UTC)