The Big Melt
And so it begins...the big melt. What happens when it snows for 5 months straight and everything starts to melt? One word: chaos. Well, maybe not complete chaos, but still it is more than a bit inconvenient. Picture it if you will...
You are riding along on your bike and suddenly you find yourself riding up to a deep puddle of half frozen/ half liquid slush. Should you:
A.Speed up to get through it as quick as possible
B.Slow Down to minimize the splash factor
C.Go around and possibly risk falling on your ass because of the road ice
I choose poorly this morning. B was my gut instinct, so I went with it. I hit the puddle at a low speed and felt my front tire slip because of the wet ice at the bottom of what I began to realize was a foot and a half deep puddle. I tried to force myself up and through the hole that the bike was in and maintain my momentum on the pedals. The end result was me losing some traction, but sailing through the parted waters like Moses. Before I could congratulate myself I felt a sudden rush air. In an instant I felt my body flying through the air. I had smacked my bike into the high curb that was being hidden by said puddle and I was now on the pavement licking the ground.
Moral of the story: If you value your teeth, try to avoid puddles.
On a side note: One of my Incisors is wiggling. I think I need a dentist.
You are riding along on your bike and suddenly you find yourself riding up to a deep puddle of half frozen/ half liquid slush. Should you:
A.Speed up to get through it as quick as possible
B.Slow Down to minimize the splash factor
C.Go around and possibly risk falling on your ass because of the road ice
I choose poorly this morning. B was my gut instinct, so I went with it. I hit the puddle at a low speed and felt my front tire slip because of the wet ice at the bottom of what I began to realize was a foot and a half deep puddle. I tried to force myself up and through the hole that the bike was in and maintain my momentum on the pedals. The end result was me losing some traction, but sailing through the parted waters like Moses. Before I could congratulate myself I felt a sudden rush air. In an instant I felt my body flying through the air. I had smacked my bike into the high curb that was being hidden by said puddle and I was now on the pavement licking the ground.
Moral of the story: If you value your teeth, try to avoid puddles.
On a side note: One of my Incisors is wiggling. I think I need a dentist.
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