To revisit an old topic, bike wrecks are hilarious. This time I was coming back from having my hair cut for 36 Euros, propelled by the thought of the lovely Steffie who gave me my first and last haircuts in Germany, when I passed one of those signs that gives a readout of your speed. As I reached my top speed the gears gave out--something they've been doing for a while now, and always at the worst possible times. With suddenly nothing to push against I found myself flying forwards through the air like a rider thrown off a horse. My body hit wet asphalt, skidded for a while. Amazingly I did not break anything (though something strange is going on with my shoulder muscles on the side that took the fall). And like the last good wreck I had, obscenities quickly turned into fits of hysterical laughter, and I wished that more people could have witnessed the spectacle and laughed their asses off with me.
Posted by Alan at November 27, 2002 12:14 PM