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Monday, November 21, 2005

Yeah, it's about time I blogged about my bicycle, or rather, what's left of my bicycle. Last saturday I kept doing jumps in church, in the carpark, in the lobby and outside the premises. In order to jump, I lowered my seat considerably. What I failed to realise was that my bike's frame was already compromised at the part where the rear suspension is connected. So not realising that there was a dent at that point in the frame, I did 4 consecutive jumps. At the end of the 4th jump, my foot slipped off the pedal, causing me to fall back hard on my seat at an awkward position. The force from the height and landing caused the frame to bend inward a little, and me not noticing at that point in time, did another 3 jumps (I didn't notice the dent at first, only that when I sat down the angle of the seat and position of the pedals was quite weird). Only this time the frame really bent hard, forcing my pedals to about 7 cm above the ground. I gave up on jumping, and instead went for cell group.

Well, cell group was quite fun. Saw many new people, or rather, people who were there for quite some time, and whom I didn't see because I've skipped church for a very long time. Ice breakers was quite lame though. Stupid game... I'm not going into details except that it made the girls scream all the time. Ending of cell, my hands and legs felt itchy again, so I went to get my bicycle(I don't learn my lessons really well), and did a few hops and stoppees, getting ready to impress when the others came down, actually to show off to someone who was there. Doing these won't do much harm to my bike, so I kept doing them until I got really stupid and did one jump. And that was the last jump I ever did on my bike. The whole frame bent till the pedals were only 4cm off the floor. And I really thank God, because it's a miracle my bike didn't break in half. But then after dinner at the nearby coffee shop, I had to stand and cycle all the way home. And it's no easy task, as there are so many curbs I have to go up on.

Thinking about it, it's actually very dangerous when the bike breaks in half. If things went terribly wrong, someone could be impaled or break something, like an ego. Then again, I thank God for keeping me safe, even though He knew I was too playful and a show-off, and for not letting me lose face in front of her. =P

Kenny died at 8:17 am