I fall from my bicycle sometimes. I like it. When I arrive with a thud, I am very intimate with Mother Earth. The brief moment before is also good: I float through space weightlessly. The most dangerous time is when it's wet outside, and the cobblestones are gleaming and slippery. I have too much speed in the turn and I have to brake. That's the moment. I am flying. Because I am enjoying the trip, I am relaxed. That’s why I never have anything more than a few bruises and scratches to answer for. Other cyclists and bystanders invariably come up to me with worried faces:" Are you ok? Do you need help?” they ask. I hold humanity in high regard. I smile to assuage their worries and tell them I am ok. I am embarrassed for fear they will find me a dumb-ass.
How to fall from your bicycle
How to fall from your bicycle
How to fall from your bicycle
I fall from my bicycle sometimes. I like it. When I arrive with a thud, I am very intimate with Mother Earth. The brief moment before is also good: I float through space weightlessly. The most dangerous time is when it's wet outside, and the cobblestones are gleaming and slippery. I have too much speed in the turn and I have to brake. That's the moment. I am flying. Because I am enjoying the trip, I am relaxed. That’s why I never have anything more than a few bruises and scratches to answer for. Other cyclists and bystanders invariably come up to me with worried faces:" Are you ok? Do you need help?” they ask. I hold humanity in high regard. I smile to assuage their worries and tell them I am ok. I am embarrassed for fear they will find me a dumb-ass.