So I had what I have deemed a near-death experience during one of my bike rides with my dad. We had gone through the McLellan neighborhood and crossed McKellips when it happened. We had crossed the intersection and were riding in front of an entrance to a parking lot when out of no where this car pops out and slams on her breaks. I do the same and fall over right in front of her car. My dad, however, being an intelligent and observant person, stopped before he was in any danger of being hit. I was fine besides a super scraped up knee and bike (you remember Gepetto), so I got up and was super eager just to continue the ride and forget the whole thing had happened. But no. The woman came out of her car and had the whole, "AREYOUOKAYI'MSOSORRY!" thing goin on. I'm not upset that she checked on me- she did that because she was a kind person and concerned about me. No, that was fine. I'm just not one to enjoy looking dumb and that's certainly how I felt sitting on the ground with my turned-around handlebars, still-spinning pedals, and a wounded knee and ego to tend to.
Then a few days later my dad was taking his bike around our neighborhood. He's the president of the HOA and is in charge of replacing the light bulbs that go out in our community. There are about 500,000 lightbulbs in the community (<--- Gross exaggeration) so I guess he was trying to get the job done and over with because he wasn't watching where he was going too closely. It was dark so he probably wouldn't have been able to see it even if he had been looking. He was riding along the big plot of grass we have in the center of the community when the ground fell out and formed a ditch under him. He was going too fast to follow the contour of he ground safely down the slope so he went flying and landed hard. He was feeling that in his back for like a week after.
THEN my dad had a dream where we were riding our bikes and I either got seriously hurt or even died in a crash- I can't remember which one. After all the accidents we'd been having on our bikes, my dad decided to take action.
Needless to say, we wear helmets on all our bike rides now.
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