Monday, January 28, 2013

131. I Love You, Helmet

I'm the last one on the bus as it nears its final stop. Eager for the last leg of my commute, I get my gear together and head for the front to make for a quick exit.  At the same time some idiot swerves across three lanes of traffic in order to make the I-5 ramp.  Bus driver slams on the brakes and suddenly I'm face down, sprawled on the floor, my head ricocheting inside my helmet.  Did I mention that getting my gear together meant putting on my helmet, without which I would probably be in an ER right now?
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  1. JanaJanuary 28, 2013 at 10:38 PM

    Yikes! I think I speak for the whole extended family when I say that we love your helmet too :).

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