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Originally Posted by Sapphireho
F it, tell it again.
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OK, since you insist.
It was a warm, windy, spring day, on The Ohio State University campus.
I had a 10 speed bike that I rode from my apartment off campus, to the campus for classes, to the OSU research station, where I worked, back to campus for more classes, back to my apartment. It was about a 60 mile circuit each day during the summer quarter.
Of course, I was a bullet proof, speedster on my bike, in my young 20's. One fine day I was cranking down a main street on campus, looking at all the girls with their short, wrap around skirts, flapping the breeze, when I rode into this major intersection.
Well, THAT street was the last of the streets on campus that still had the old trolley tracks. Guess what? I found out that the front wheel of my 10 speed bike fit perfectly into the lip of the old trolley tracks. Yep, just like you rode it into a vice.
I went down hard. My books and papers went one way in the busy intersection, my bike just stayed right there and I went the other way. Cars screeched to a halt, one ran over my bike and another damn near ran over me.
I picked myself up, wiped off the blood from my skinned up body with my T shirt, chained what was left of my bike to a tree and went into the chemistry class, where a couple of nice pre-med students bandaged me up with toilet paper.
THE END
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