Yesterday I was getting the final things done on my bike to get it ready for summer riding and the next day (today) I was going for my skills test. I was excited and a bit apprehensive about the skills test but looking forward to it.
I was in a bit of a hurry with lots of little things to get done. So I fixed the kill switch, reassembled the rear caliper after repainting it, did some polishing etc... Soooo... I go over to the paint cabinet (which is rather close to my other bike) to get a can of flat black for the footpegs. As I crouched down real fast to gab it, I crouched down real fast... right on the passenger foot peg. BAM!
Sweet mother of god don't ever do that! Holy @#%^*#@$ Don't ever do that.
You are laughing. I said no laughing...
I whanged my tailbone but good. When The pain, cussing and rapid pacing subsided, oh maybe a half hour later, I got back to work and didn't think much of it until I went in the house to get a drink and sat down on the couch... very briefly. $%^&$^&*#$@!!1! How the hell am I going to do my test tomorrow?
So I did what any sensible person would do and cracked a beer and went out to try sitting on the bike. *&@#$%!!!1!. So that's about half the cussing compared to the couch. I may be able to salvage this.
This morning got up, took a couple of extra strength Ibuprofin tablets and attempted to hover above the seat all the way to the test... which I then aced!
WOOT! OUCH! WOOT!
Seriously, don't ever do that.
I was in a bit of a hurry with lots of little things to get done. So I fixed the kill switch, reassembled the rear caliper after repainting it, did some polishing etc... Soooo... I go over to the paint cabinet (which is rather close to my other bike) to get a can of flat black for the footpegs. As I crouched down real fast to gab it, I crouched down real fast... right on the passenger foot peg. BAM!
Sweet mother of god don't ever do that! Holy @#%^*#@$ Don't ever do that.
You are laughing. I said no laughing...
I whanged my tailbone but good. When The pain, cussing and rapid pacing subsided, oh maybe a half hour later, I got back to work and didn't think much of it until I went in the house to get a drink and sat down on the couch... very briefly. $%^&$^&*#$@!!1! How the hell am I going to do my test tomorrow?
So I did what any sensible person would do and cracked a beer and went out to try sitting on the bike. *&@#$%!!!1!. So that's about half the cussing compared to the couch. I may be able to salvage this.
This morning got up, took a couple of extra strength Ibuprofin tablets and attempted to hover above the seat all the way to the test... which I then aced!
WOOT! OUCH! WOOT!
Seriously, don't ever do that.
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