It’s not that easy to keep a blog up to date. I always think about entries, but then I think that there’s not much point in going to all the trouble, it’s probably not that interesting to anyone else. However, when I look through many of my old entries I pretty much just rambled on about anything! The coolest thing about it is that I can now go back to those entries and all these forgotten memories come flooding back. It’s great.
I should try to write more, so here goes a little entry:
On Friday night I was riding my bike through Lonsdale St, Bradddon, on the way to get some ingredients for dinner (falafel for those who are interested). Just as I was riding past the construction zone next to Civic Pub, a guy opened his car door and I ran straight into it. (I had my lights on, so he should have noticed me) I flew right over the handle bars and did a commando style roll on the road. I didn’t realise what had happened for a second, so I got up as quickly as possible to assess the sitch. The guy ran straight over to me and asked of I was OK. My initial response was “I’m not sure, I think I’m OK?” I was in shock! He asked again and I pretty much gave the same answer. I checked myself over and the only damage to me was a little graze on the palm of my hand and that’s about it. I asked if his car was OK and apparently I did a fair bit of damage to the inside of his car door, but I didn’t get to see it. My bike wasn’t damaged at all. He was really good about it all and said that he worked at the Civic Pub and if I had any issues that I could come and see him.
After all that, I hopped on my bike and off I went to Supa Barn. My wrist hurt a little bit, I thought it might have been broken/fractured, I refused to go to the hospital on Saturday because I didn’t want to waste a day hanging out in the emergency ward (Boooring!) Thankfully it’s not hurting as much today, so I think it’s safe to say that I got off pretty lucky; it could have been so much worse.
























