Welp, I’ve successfully wrecked the second mode of transportation in consecutive days this morning when I took a ridiculous tumble on my bike at 17th and Sarah. Thank you ice for being the bane of my existence. Come ON world, a small car wreck wasnt enough for you? Had to throw a bike wreck in, too?? I don’t know what …I did to you, but please consider us even. I’m exhausted of this.

I guess “wreck” and bike don’t really go together unless I smash into a car or bus or something, which I did not. My back tire zipped out from under me while riding over an apparent patch of black ice this morning - forcing me into a giant pothole (thanks PennDOT) and driving me into the ground. Obviously hurt pretty bad, because I can’t imagine there is any method for graciously collapsing to the ground with a bicycle. Some back/neck pain, ripped jeans, sore wrist/elbow/shoulder, and a few scrapes and bruises later, I’m fine.

Throw in a bruised ego after consecutive days of wrecking during my commute (love that word) and the only thing I have to figure out now is how to get ideas of being cursed and/or fated to sustain some kind of life-changing injury (i.e. Final Destination) out of my head.