One time I rode smack into the back of my dad's pick-up. Another time I tried to do a one-handed maneuver and now I still have the scar on my knee. And one time I rode straight into a telephone pole and chipped my front tooth.
So now that I've been biking again, I've been reluctantly wearing the helmet.
Last week, I fell off my bike, scratched up my legs, got dirt everywhere including inside the handlebars, and broke the chains that attach to the pedals. But I'm okay because I was wearing the friggin' helmet!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
I have a love/hate relationship with bike helmets. I hate them because they're disgustingly ugly, but I love NOT being injured.
Posted by The Ousted Princess at 10:26 PM
Labels: I fail at life
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