A few weeks ago i was riding my bike down North Ave (near the Goldcoast) on my way to a family dinner, my uncle invited the family (so, about 20 people showed up) to celebrate my cousin Greg's birthday. The whole bike ride a avoided post work traffic and pot holes, tons of pot holes. It was was like riding down a road that was just hit by a swarm of ballistic missiles, a war zone!

Anyway, i finally get to my destination and see that their is a slight lift to get onto the curb/parking lot of the restaurant, at that point i was feeling pretty confident on my bike riding skills. I avoided getting hit by Goldcoasters talking on their cells phones and driving their expensive cars while swerving around the holes in the road, i figured i could jump it. I was quite proud of myself, to have done all that in Late November temperature-at which point i was finally realizing that i should start wearing my longjohns out.

Right as i'm ready to make that jump over the bump i realize that the bump is a little too high for my bike, the front wheel hits the curb, violently turning and riding the along side it for 3-5 feet before i'm flung from my seat onto the sidewalk. My knee hits cement and i quickly turn around to check if anyone in my family caught my accident, knowing that if they witnessed it they'd just laugh and possibly point. Luckily no one was around to watch my fail. I didn't realize how hurt i was until i got home a few hours later when i took off my ripped jeans (brand new, btw) and noticed blood stains on both legs.