I came home today with every intenetion of cleaning up the house and updating my blog with the happenings of the past few days. All happy and smiley and ready for tomm but i've decided to digress...
I was riding home from work today at around 6:45 pm and happy crossing this big-ass crossing....now the thing in Amsterdam is, when you crossing with your bike you sometimes have alot to cross over. So i was going from one side of the road to the bike lane on the opposite side. Two tram lines, and 2 single auto lanes, to get to the opposite bike lane. I was doing it all expertly and riding slowly so that i could join the bike lane at a gap.....and little did i realise that i was straightening out my bike too much, and my front wheel lodged straight into the tram tracks. And down i went, in a spectacular tumble that sprained my right hand to a pain unimaginable
Two people stopped to help me, they were so sweet, this guy saw it happen and turned his motorbike around to come back to help me, i was so embarrassed and in so much pain, i let them help me to the pavement and waved them off with a smile saying i'm fine.
Once at the pavement i help my hand in pain and i cried. I just bawled. and it wasn't just the pain or the bruised ego, I cried for everything, i finally got on my bike to ride home and i bawled all the way home, for life, for love, for dreams unrealised, for goals unfulfilled, for time lost. It was so strange, everything jst poured out of me....
now stupid me, finally gets done crying....and i head straight to the supermarket to get much needed groceries, only finally looking at my reflection in the store window, DAMN i looked like a mess.....hahahaha
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