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Birthday Bike Crash Five Pack

Last Monday was my 22nd birthday.  I got off work Sunday night and had a few drinks at the bar.  Somewhere around 1:00, I got on my bike to go home.  I wanted to call it an early night.  My friend Rivers, a winter biking champion, was with me.  We were right outside my apartment, so I braked—intending to, you know, slow down and eventually stop.  Unfortunately, the universe had other ideas.  The wet roads got my bike tires and brakes wet, so instead of slowing down, I went flying.  I smashed my face on the road, but was sure that I was fine.

Rivers, hearing the commotion, successfully stopped and ran over to make sure I was okay.  I was all, “Dude, I’m fine, just a scratch.”

And he was like, “Nope.  We’ve got to get you to a hospital.”

I didn’t believe him, but when we got inside and I got a good look in the mirror, I realized that he was maybe on to something with this whole ‘hospital’ idea.  I had a massive gash right above my eye.  We eventually found a way to get me to the ER, and I got six stitches on my face.

When I got home, I realized that only one of the six beers in my bag had broken.  I consider this a great success.

It was the best birthday ever.