Stupidity

I’ve grown up a lot over the last few years.  In the past five of them, I’ve gotten married, had two kids, moved to four different houses, and much, much more.  I like to think that I’ve matured a little over that time, but on a weekly basis, I seem to keep proving myself wrong.

Last week, I had an instance of sheer stupidity on a group ride, resulting in my butt coming in contact with the pavement in quick fashion.  I decided it was a smart idea to reach my hand back and give another rider a  handsling to catch another rider he was chasing up the road.  After my incredible display of handsling technique, the rider I threw forward pulled hard to the right and took out my front wheel, sending me crashing to the ground.  Not a lot of road rash or damage to the bike… just a little bit of a sore butt and sore pride.

Today (because I seem to be good for about one stupid act a week), I was playing with the kids on the new Slip N’ Slide and decided to take a graceful leap down the slippery sheet of plastic… and somehow jacked up my birdie finger on my left hand.  The pain was instant, and has still not gone away after four hours.  Whether it’s broken or dislocated, I don’t know.  What I DO know is that I can take the upper portion of the finger and bend it laterally, which I’ve never been able to do before…

I can’t wait to see what’s in store for next week.  Hopefully, by then, common sense will prevail and I can save myself some trouble down the road.

1 Comment

  1. It must be in the air… after 2 Fat Tires I was riding the fixie home and tried to bunny hop a small drain tile. Apparently I forgot I was on a fixie and did an amazing over the bars move landing on my chin and sliding about 10 feet on my chest. Minimal rash… minimal damage… maximal embarrassment.

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