Everyday I ride my bicycle to shcool. Last week I had an unfortuanate occurance. I had a small bicycle wreck.
Up and down my feet go as my bicycle moves forward over the flat parkinglot cement. Shadows from the tall building hang over the ground to my left. To my right is a short crass hill than extends the length of the parkinglot, separating it from the road. On top of this long green mound resides a wall thick bushes. In front of me th ground slopes up slightly and then forms a curb. The end of this parkinglot section is nearing. The hedges ring around in front of me. I notice an opening in the barrier and press hard on the pedals as I vigourously try to gain enough momentum to hop the curb and make it across. I can hear the feel the wind rushing past my face and hear my whels whirr. The time is almost here, I lean forward and bend my elbows. At the last moment I force my body back and straighten my arms then imediatly after pull up on the handlebars, lifting the front tire. After the front is over I quickly stand up and lean forward before bracing my feet on the pedals and bending my legs, Lifting up the back wheel as it goes over the curb. I look forward as I try to regain my balance. The soft grass slows me some but I will still make it over.
As I enter the gap in the hedges my heat sinks. In front of me on the other side if the gap is a tall mound of brown mulch circling a tree, the tree is to my left but the edge of the mulch ring extends to the top of the opening making a flat top. I see the grass in the distance over the far edge of the ring of mulch. I know I will crash, I am moving to quickly to stop now. I brake anyway, squeezing the hand levers tight. The tires lock up but I still move forward, the new green grass and soft mulch providing little resistance. My front wheel moves leaves the ground as I fill with dread, the falling sensation where you know there is nobody to catch you, and no water to break your fall courses through my body. miracuosly I land upright but I did not recover, I feel the bicycle tipping, the front wheel truning but I am going too fast. As I fall I move over the next curb. The hard metal frame of a bike and the spiky pedals would hurt to fall onto, I think this thought in a split second as I shove the bicycle away from my person. My head hits the concrete and I know as soon as it happened that It was too light. I see green and yellow splotches in my vision. I can taste the hot dirty air on the pavement. A thought screams through my mind, "You are Lying in the road with you bike!" I know I must get to safety so I push myself up, gasping in agony as my wrists cry out in protest. I grab my bicycle by the steering stem and fling it and myself back onto the grass.
A sharp pain runs through my shoulder as it makes contact. I roll over onto my back and loosen my muscles. I feel lightheaded but the it feels so nice lying there in the grass under the shade. My breath is ragged and I work to calm myself down. Lifting up my arm, I bend my fingers to make sure they are still in place and not broken, they are sore but move. The smell of the grass is fresh and soothing. Somethings is poking my nech and moving slightly. I lift my head and remember what happened the accident, I must have zoned out.
My shoulder and wrists still hurt but not near as bad as they did that day and the few afterwards. Even so I am glad that I did not get hurt worse.