Flip Out.

Fsck.

Only one word went through my head as I saw the black souped up Honda turning into the Burger King drive-thru and I knew that with my defunct brakes on my bike, there was no way in either dimension of heaven, earth, or hell that I could stop. Safely, that is.

So I did the only thing that came to mind.

I fell.

Sideways.

It wasn't a particularly graceful landing. In the dying light of dusk and me dressed in my typical black jacket, I think the person that got the worst scare out of it was the front side passenger girl that did not see my clumsy fall from my bike. All she heard was my bike that continued to move forward (thank you, momentum) leaving me behind in a slight state of shock which collided with the side of the car and if I remember correctly, went under the car, getting stuck via handlebars.

I picked myself up and the girl had wound down her window, asking me if I was all right. Driver dude hopped out of the car and came around to look at the potential damage that I might have caused to his paint job but he also looked pretty shaken. He probably thought he ran OVER someone.

"You okay, man?"

Yeah. Yeah, I am. 

"You sure? You didn't hurt yourself or anything, aye?"

I shook my head. Nah. Don't think so. Thanks, man.

The young man had dragged my bike out from under his car and I inspected it for...oh yeah. Damage. The handlebars were bent in an intricate pattern that could resemble a double helix DNA strand if I blurred my vision a little bit.

Strong lad that he was (or maybe the bike frame is weak as - I bought it from the Warehouse, after all), he literally twisted my handlebars back into shape. And I was off and away, still fighting off questions of whether I was all right and whether I needed to see a doctor.

I was okay, I told them. I'm fine.

And strangely enough, I was.

Fast forward 10 minutes later and I was dancing salsa at a friend's place, as if nothing had happened. It was odd. Life moved on as per normal. Of course, I don't expect the world to crash to a halt if anything happened to me but then again, it explains a lot of things.

Murderer washes the blood off his hands in the basement sink before going upstairs to join his wife and 3 kids for dinner.

Wife kisses her lover goodbye and barely hours later is kissing her husband hello.

A self abuse victim slices her forearm again with a penknife in the bathroom and tapes up the cut. 2 minutes and she's pulled down her long sleeve blouse and is ready for a day out shopping with the girls.

Now, mind you, all these scenarios are pretty serious. And I'm just a melodramatic dramamama, that's all.

But its the idea that something as life changing as being in an accident could suddenly be nothing. Life goes on. As per usual.

I forgot about that day for a while. It suddenly became nothing, a shrug of the shoulders with a carelessly tossed in "meh".

But it came back to me recently and just brings to mind, "Wow. I could have died that day. If I wasn't wearing my helmet. If I had landed and broke my arm or elbow or something. I could have landed in hospital."

Hindsight is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

On that note, work is...slow today. Hence, a hurriedly typed blog post. Well, I've been working on this piece for a day or two already but I never really seemed to get it finished in time to be posted up. Girlfriend's already remarking, "Hm...your blog is very quiet nowadays."

I'm still waiting for more heart and guts to happen before the big thing arrives.