Hitchin' a ride
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: In my mind, I live in Oslo
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While I was sliding across the pavement behind my bike, which was also sliding across the pavement, about to be run over by the same car that cut us off, I looked up to see my then girlfriend flying through the air, head first, like Superman. I saw her land on her head, which was firmly encased in her helmet. She survived, with a broken wrist. I always wear a helmet, and never again will I let someone ride bitch.
Clarification: By "bike" I meant motorcycle, not my Schwinn with the banana seat.
Great men always have too much sail up. - Christopher Buckley
Vaya con Dios
Last edited by bestfriend; 11-23-2007 at 10:14 PM.