So, back in 2002, I had a vintage Schwinn bike, which I would ride to and from work. This bike made me incredibly happy, and was named "Mercury". Mercury was my sole method of transportation, and we were very happy together. One day, on my way to work, I was struck by a motorist. The collision messed up my front wheel significantly enough that I could not ride my bike.

Eventually, I saved up enough money to get Mercury fixed, and in 2003, I had an accident that caused the both of us to go bouncing down the pavement, tangled up in one another. Mercury's frame was bent beyond repair, and I had a few scrapes.

Then in 2004, I had a bike made out of spare parts- a bianchi frame, a huffy seat, some other kind of handlebars. This bike was not as nice, because it was a little awkward, like Frankenstein's monster. But I loved it because it got me places, and I named it the "Muttbike". One day I was biking to work, and a left-turning car cut me off (me, in the bikelane) and totalled the muttbike.

Today, on my way to work, I decided to make this important mistake again. Better. Bigger. With less damage. I decided this not because I had a choice in the matter, but because a car came jumping out of the alley at me, and really what are you going to do, but tumble over the hood of the car and bring the bike after you? This is exactly what I did.

My front wheel is out of true, and my nose will be bruised tomorrow, I think, but my laptop is unmarred. Now that I've made this mistake a number of times, I think I don't want to make it anymore. When I've got better light, I'll get a video of my wobbly wheel and my nose, if it bruises.