There was a hill right around the corner from where we grew up, that my sister and I would ride our bikes down all the time. One day we thought it would be a good plan to ride doubles on the bike...... she was the passenger the first time, and of course since I was an expert bikesman, we pulled it off without a hitch.
She decided that she'd like to pilot the blue Schwinn down the hill with me as her co-pilot, so I said sure and let her have a go. We got going and all was well..... it was when we got to the bottom that things turned out not so great.
Her friend Dana lived at the bottom of the hill and there was a gravel driveway leading to her house..... for whatever reason, Dawn decided to hit the gravel instead of the brakes. Of course, she didn't have the superior skills that I did, and we wrecked. In the gravel.
I flew off the bike and landed on my side and skidded. Since it was summer, all I was wearing was a pair of shorts and my bad-ass knee high socks with 2 blue stripes on the top. I was scraped the length of my right side, arm, chest, stomach, it pulled my shorts down a bit and scraped me close to hip, down my leg and then to my knee. If it weren't for my socks, my calf would have been beat up too. Thank god for bad fashion in the 70's.
My sister on the other hand, I don't know what the hell. She hung onto the bike like a champ and went down with it. The only place she got hurt was her elbow. But there were about 3 rocks stuck in it. She was crying and screaming like crazy, so I helped her up and we started walking back home. Of course I'm pushing Old Blue, because you know, her elbow HAD to hurt more than my whole bleeding side.
My mom and dad were sitting outside and probably heard Dawn wailing as soon as we got to the top of the hill, and they came running out to get us. My mom rushes Dawn to the emergency room......... and I get stood up in the back yard and hosed off. And yelled at. Then taken into the house where I swear to fucking god a whole bottle of rubbing alcohol is used on my side....... then sent to my room to think about "letting your sister get hurt goddammit"
She decided that she'd like to pilot the blue Schwinn down the hill with me as her co-pilot, so I said sure and let her have a go. We got going and all was well..... it was when we got to the bottom that things turned out not so great.
Her friend Dana lived at the bottom of the hill and there was a gravel driveway leading to her house..... for whatever reason, Dawn decided to hit the gravel instead of the brakes. Of course, she didn't have the superior skills that I did, and we wrecked. In the gravel.
I flew off the bike and landed on my side and skidded. Since it was summer, all I was wearing was a pair of shorts and my bad-ass knee high socks with 2 blue stripes on the top. I was scraped the length of my right side, arm, chest, stomach, it pulled my shorts down a bit and scraped me close to hip, down my leg and then to my knee. If it weren't for my socks, my calf would have been beat up too. Thank god for bad fashion in the 70's.
My sister on the other hand, I don't know what the hell. She hung onto the bike like a champ and went down with it. The only place she got hurt was her elbow. But there were about 3 rocks stuck in it. She was crying and screaming like crazy, so I helped her up and we started walking back home. Of course I'm pushing Old Blue, because you know, her elbow HAD to hurt more than my whole bleeding side.
My mom and dad were sitting outside and probably heard Dawn wailing as soon as we got to the top of the hill, and they came running out to get us. My mom rushes Dawn to the emergency room......... and I get stood up in the back yard and hosed off. And yelled at. Then taken into the house where I swear to fucking god a whole bottle of rubbing alcohol is used on my side....... then sent to my room to think about "letting your sister get hurt goddammit"
thats awesome
