Bike Wreck

Today (technically yesterday because I'm posting after midnight) was my last day as a college student.

I'm not going to trip.  It feels good.  Really good.

I will wake up tomorrow with NOTHING hanging over my head that I have to get done for a deadline.  With that in mind, journey with me as I flashback to something that happened today that caused something to physically hang over my head.  Nothing epic, just an occurrence.

So I finished my last final (Parenting class) today at 1:30.  I felt confident going into taking the exam.  Partly because I actually studied a tad the night before rather than waiting until that morning to start studying, but mostly because I had a greasy good lunch at Popeye's (I ordered and paid for that 3 strip combo w red beans and rice, but I got that 5 strip combo with red beans).

Ate it all without even using a napkin. That takes skill people.

Ok. Lunch had nothing to do with me feeling confident, and to be honest I didn't even feel any more confident than I would any other time.  I kinda just wanted to add Popeye's in to this blog.

After my test I was walking tall tho.  I mounted my trusty stallion (Felt X-City hollerrrrr) outside the doors of Carson Taylor Hall (CTH on your printable class schedule) and rode out like a boss.

Now here's where it all starts to go wrong.  I took an abnormal route to get home because I wanted to go around a hill and some construction.  On my way into the quad, I tried to yank my front tire up on a curb so I could make the transition from road sharer to pedestrian.  Well I didn't quite get my front tire up high enough so it completely stops against the curb.  I normally don't ride slow, and today was no exception.  So my momentum was carrying me forward at let's say 10mph. 

Ok so my body is still going 10mph, but my bike is going 0mph. So naturally my body lunges forward over the handelbars, and my feet are in toe clip pedals so the back of the bike follows me.

FREEZE

See this frozen state of Andrew Mark Pendergrass.  Louisiana Tech Alum with the world ahead of him. With hands stretched out in front of his body, only the front bike tire on the ground, facing the ground, sunglasses sliding off of his face, top of his backpack looking like it's stuck to the back of his head.

And just in that moment.  My feet come out of the pedals and secure on the pavement, and my left hand catches my Oakleys that have flown from my face.

Saved by instincts.  All the decisions that my body made to save myself from face planting on pavement at 10mph were made in fractions of a second.

So with my backpack on my head and my rear bike wheel still spinning in the air behind me.  I act like nothing crazy happened, and just mount back up and ride on home.

These bodies that we have are crazy complex.  We've been blessed to have highly functioning vessels to control.  It's like God knew that we would unknowingly put our lives at risk, and He gave our bodies built in emergency response systems to save us from harm. Shoot, my body even reacted to catch my sunglasses. Take care of your body.  Because you never know when you'll need it to take care of you.

Cars are now coming equipped with instinctive emergency response technology.  Good job human race.  It only took you thousands of years to create something that God created by breathing air into some arranged sand particles. 

Mad props to you automobile engineers tho.  Best creation mimicking God since Hair Club.