Im not one to post much about my misadventures, but I think that this one cant go without a star. Today, my car died on the freeway as I headed home. After trying to start it and pouring in two bottles of drinking water to no avail, I gave up. I headed home on foot. As I got home, I started thinking that maybe it needed oil and more water. So I decided to head back with a three gallon jug of water and two liters of motor oil. Then I decided that I could save time by riding my bicycle. So on I go, water jug on my left hand and maneuvering with my right. Motor oil bottles in the basket. As I rode, the unbalanced weight caused the bike to sway right and left. Being such a late time of night, I found it lucky to have the mostly deserted streets to myself. Once I got to a main street, I met with a bit of traffic. On I went. The main street takes a down hill, and soon I started to pick up speed. I sway with the weight on my left and try to balance by getting to my right. Faster, faster goes my bike. Then as I try to squeeze the brakes, I remember that they are on my left handle. But Im holding the three gallon jug on that hand. I try to squeeze and at the same time hold the jug. No good. It just made me sway to the right and to the left even more dangerously as the bike is picking more and more speed on the down hill boulevard. Cars are going by and Im quite a scene! I knew I couldnt slow the bike and decided to ride into a driveway before causing a catastrophe. But my bike is going too fast now and I lose control. Im swaying back and forth and soon my bike seems to be going sideways. In slow motion I see the black top coming closer and closer. I hear the screeching of metal as it hits the ground. But Im still trying to save myself. I meet the ground and hear the rolling of the water jug coming towards me. I catch it and set it down. I try to move my legs but Im not able to. They are tangled up with the body of the bike. A passing motorist stops and rushes towards me with a very concerned look on his face. He ask if Im ok. I say that I think I am but not sure. He looks at me and starts saying its ok, its ok. I try to move but I cant. At that moment it feels as if the handle bars are embedded in my chest. I look down. They are. I feel pain and burning. I just want to be able to lie on my back for a bit. But I cant move. Finally I ask him to help me up. He holds me by my hands and helps me up. He asked me to walk. I do. He asked if I need help. I say I think Im ok. But Im shaken. He says ok and takes off. I take a few minutes to shake it all off and I start to cry. The pain in my knees is excruciating. The gashes on my chest are burning. And the warm blood on my fingers and knuckles is flowing. I cry. And I pick up my basket and my purse and the scattered motor oil bottles. I wipe my tears. And I straighten up my bike. I set the water jug on the bike rack and make my way on foot. I make it to my car. I add the water. Doesnt work. I add some oil. Still doesnt work. I felt so helpless and alone. And so I sat there for a while just crying my head off. Finally I gave up. I fixed the chain on my bike and headed back home under a curtain of black night and very few twinkling stars. My body hurts. Alot. Thank you for listening. Its just one of those moments when you need a shoulder to cry on. Thank you for your shoulder.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 09:58:23 +0000
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