It was a quite seasonable day in December, in fact it was the last day of the century; year; millennium; month; etc. etc. Anyway It got off to a slow start. I was running late because I had to fix my tube that had just decided to blow the valve before I was gonna leave, plus I had to print out some brand new KPG to show Sparky. So Heinz’s dad came and picked me up, we went to Spark’s house and said hello to Sparky and met her mother. Then we went outside for some intense riding. It started off well, we were introduced to such things as: “The Bog of Stench”, “The Mill”, “The - it really didn’t have a name but it was some thing made of stone”, The Waterfall”, etc. Heinz and I quickly adapted ourselves to this new and intense environment. I found a couple good downhills and experimented with them, with Heinz following close behind. Then we went over by the mill to check that out, it was pretty cool. Then we decided to up the level of intensity, ya know just “kick it up a notch!” And we did! Heinz and I both agreed on one downhill section to stick with and practice on. But as we rode on it more and more, we were getting more dangerous! Going very fast and what not. Anyway Heinz went down quite fast and went off his line, he hit a ditch and was thrown nearly 15 feet from his bike. I saw Heinz was obviously in pain so I rushed down to assist, but in my rush to help I realized I was going way to fast, and as I uncontrollably hurdled towards the canyon bottom, I ran over Heinz’s ankle fully un-intentionally. He appeared to be in immense pain but soon recovered. After that we decided to go back up to the house. Some how I found myself surrounded by unsightly turkey crap. This is the worst crap in the world and due to its liquid-like consistency it was a magnet to my velociraptors! AAAAHHHHH CRAP! THERE IS TURKEY CRAP ON MY TIRES! AAAAAHHHHH! Anyway I soon got over this. We headed back to the downhill, and I was not aware that in just a few seconds I would be involved in a horrible bike wreck. As I pedaled quickly down the face of the mountain, Sparky videotaped all the action. I knew something was wrong, my brakes were not reacting correctly and my speed and momentum were increasingly uncontrollable. I knew I would not be able to stop so I headed for the stream so I would not hit a tree. I became airborne and at this point my bike totally had a mind of its own. I planted my front tire to the ground, unaware of what lye just inches ahead of me. A 3-foot dropout was there and as I rolled over it my bike along with my body flipped and tumble numerous times into the icy waters. My body laid limp and dysfunctional, I felt as though I had been hit by a train. I knew I was ok when I heard in the distance, the voice of Heinz yelling “HOLY SHIT!” I laughed as I rose to my feet, I was soaking wet with freezing cold water…but it was funny! HAHA I laughed so much, but I really shoulda worn my helmet, if my head wasn’t so thick I would have fractured my skull or something. After this incident I decided to stop riding for the day, I was quite shaken up by it. So we went inside and Spark’s mom made us lunch and hot cocoa. Then I found myself dancing with the dog, why? I don’t know! Anyway we just sat there and talked for a couple hours spending some quality Bikeshow time with each other. All in all we had loads of fun and it was great! CAIO!
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