About How I fell

Presently, I feel like a shirt.

That is because I am stitched up.

This might make you ask why I am not feeling like something else that is stitched up. Say, a mattress.

That is because

1. I am neither fat nor soft
2. I am cut above the elbows and this can happen only with shirts.

I also learnt that the Jaw is a particularly fine device that does not take too well to harsh treatment.  I learnt and am continuing to learn rather painfully that it needs to be noticed and cared for often and not just when it hurts while trying to eat anything harder than mashed watermelon pulp. Or you will spend the rest of your life surviving on a liquid diet while you have tandoori laid out in front of you.

Not a nice thought. (Readers note: Vegetarians do not exist. We are all made of flesh.)

This is how it happened.

I, like most people, love speed. But unlike most others, I try to achieve this my manual-mechanical means rather than by internal combustion machines. In one such endeavour I achieved a speed which would and could not be justified by

1. the ambient light
2. road conditions
3. the unfamiliar bicycle
4. insufficient protective gear

What happened was this:

I was careening along a rather poorly lit road at approximately 40kmph when the road suddenly regurgitated a speedbump. The front wheel met it with great enthusiasm. The brake did not like this and stopped the wheel. The rear wheel then got into a fit or rage at this behavoiur and tried to fly at the front wheel. Being locked in place by the frame, it took the frame along. The rider aka me, was taken for a ride.

The result was this:

My chin met the asphalt, rubbed shoulders with it in general bonhomie while my left arm rubbed elbows. The handle and the seat of my bike joined in the festivities.

Or at least, that is what I want people to believe.