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I pushed open the movie theater doors and walked out into the rather warm air. It was summer, and I had just finished watching The Avengers. I looked at my watch. It was 11 pm. I had entered at 8 pm. "Holy crap, that was THREE HOURS," I exclaimed to myself. Kinda bummed me out too, cause I had wanted to go get some food. I decided to still go and check if any food places were still open. I walked over to my bike, got on, and rode off.
I decided to check by Five Guys restaurant because I had seen the lights on from a distance. As I got closer though, I noticed no cars and two guys standing outside, laughing and being 11 at night scary. I decided to take the right turn down the side walk instead of the left turn to the unknown men.
Now, as I rode down the sidewalk bordering Friendly Center, I was feeling kind of pumped. I had watched an epic movie, stayed up late, narrowly avoided danger, and failed to munch on something tasty. This feeling continued as I kept steady my aim for my house. I decided to ride no hands, which is something I already did every day when riding my bike, but it had never felt so awesome.
Then, it appeared. It was the spot of the sidewalk that still existed from when the city had fixed the sidewalk. There was a small hole that they had never filled with cement, and instead opted to fill with gravel, causing a foot and a half of bumpy riding and a half inch tall bump on both sides. I rode over this hole every day, never had problems with it, yet still always made sure to ride with hands on the handlebars when going over it to keep myself steady. And once again, I made sure to hold the handlebars, like normal.
I hit the hole, like normal.
I dropped, like normal.
I felt a small bump, like normal.
Then my front tire came off, entirely not like normal.
The front part of the bike dropped, unsupported by the now missing tire. It hit the cement, slightly halting its passage through space, while the back continued along its merry way to the right side of the front of the bike. Then it toppled. I hit the ground, still holding onto the bike, while the bike went up and over me, temporarily making me the first man in the world to ride a back upside down. The bike landed on the other side of me, at which point I let it go, where it slid a few inches. I laid there for about 3 seconds, dazed and confused, hearing cars laughingly honk their horns at me as they went by. But I hardly noticed it, all I could think about was the budget cuts.
The budget cuts, that nearly killed me.
I decided to check by Five Guys restaurant because I had seen the lights on from a distance. As I got closer though, I noticed no cars and two guys standing outside, laughing and being 11 at night scary. I decided to take the right turn down the side walk instead of the left turn to the unknown men.
Now, as I rode down the sidewalk bordering Friendly Center, I was feeling kind of pumped. I had watched an epic movie, stayed up late, narrowly avoided danger, and failed to munch on something tasty. This feeling continued as I kept steady my aim for my house. I decided to ride no hands, which is something I already did every day when riding my bike, but it had never felt so awesome.
Then, it appeared. It was the spot of the sidewalk that still existed from when the city had fixed the sidewalk. There was a small hole that they had never filled with cement, and instead opted to fill with gravel, causing a foot and a half of bumpy riding and a half inch tall bump on both sides. I rode over this hole every day, never had problems with it, yet still always made sure to ride with hands on the handlebars when going over it to keep myself steady. And once again, I made sure to hold the handlebars, like normal.
I hit the hole, like normal.
I dropped, like normal.
I felt a small bump, like normal.
Then my front tire came off, entirely not like normal.
The front part of the bike dropped, unsupported by the now missing tire. It hit the cement, slightly halting its passage through space, while the back continued along its merry way to the right side of the front of the bike. Then it toppled. I hit the ground, still holding onto the bike, while the bike went up and over me, temporarily making me the first man in the world to ride a back upside down. The bike landed on the other side of me, at which point I let it go, where it slid a few inches. I laid there for about 3 seconds, dazed and confused, hearing cars laughingly honk their horns at me as they went by. But I hardly noticed it, all I could think about was the budget cuts.
The budget cuts, that nearly killed me.
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anyways, i fixed the cussing, ill fix it in my other blogs as well
EDIT: ok, i never HAVE actually posted cuss words in my others, thought I had in some of them. i submitted this for review and fixed everything