Post by EvilCheeseWhiz on Nov 30, 2006 4:58:42 GMT -6
Well...things happen. It appears I got really trashed the other night, and while I was on the phone I got some really bad (depending on how you look at it) news. I have a 3 year old son, that I was JUST informed of. The mother isn't asking for support or anything, but it would have been great to know that your Ex had your fucking baby, right?
Anyway, I am in Tennessee now, but I guess my drunk ass decided that I was going to take a road trip to Virginia. Luckily, I was intelligent (...?) enough to road test myself first. LOL.
This is completely beyond my recollection at the moment, although I do have flashes of memory of this period. I guess my idea of a road test was roaring through the parking lot to see how fast I could accelerate and then brake, before running out of space.
Well, I guess I ran out of space, lol. A witness says they heard me hit 4th gear in our very small lot, which means 70+ on my bike, and when I rounded the corner my back break locked (which is damaged) and I went down on my side, sliding (helmet-less, of course) for a good 50 feet before hitting a tire-butte and going airborne and landing in the grass. A gruesome sight, the way it is told.
Here is the funny part: Minor damage to myself, and even less to the bike; the joke is my face protected it, lol.
It has only been a couple of days, but the road-rash has halved in size. No internal injuries, no bones, and no concussion. The way my face was scraped I should have at least lost my ear or something...I have a bad habit of surviving things like this though.
Anyone else have stories like this? I mean of oddly surviving an accident, not of stupidity lol.
Anyway, I am in Tennessee now, but I guess my drunk ass decided that I was going to take a road trip to Virginia. Luckily, I was intelligent (...?) enough to road test myself first. LOL.
This is completely beyond my recollection at the moment, although I do have flashes of memory of this period. I guess my idea of a road test was roaring through the parking lot to see how fast I could accelerate and then brake, before running out of space.
Well, I guess I ran out of space, lol. A witness says they heard me hit 4th gear in our very small lot, which means 70+ on my bike, and when I rounded the corner my back break locked (which is damaged) and I went down on my side, sliding (helmet-less, of course) for a good 50 feet before hitting a tire-butte and going airborne and landing in the grass. A gruesome sight, the way it is told.
Here is the funny part: Minor damage to myself, and even less to the bike; the joke is my face protected it, lol.
It has only been a couple of days, but the road-rash has halved in size. No internal injuries, no bones, and no concussion. The way my face was scraped I should have at least lost my ear or something...I have a bad habit of surviving things like this though.
Anyone else have stories like this? I mean of oddly surviving an accident, not of stupidity lol.