****ing gate. riding back from a weekly event in the dark, my headlamp dies. i'm bustin' down hill using my brothers tail light as my only means of navigation. a friend passes me on the left and BOOM! I'm strung up like a statue of jesus on one of the chunky ass gates they use to limit trafic on park trails. The nonreflective yellow sign on the thing sliced across my ribs and damn near took my nipple off.
i rode incident free for most of the year so far and then i get it all at once. earlier in the day i had not noticed another fixie rider turning left in front of me. i hit him, we both hit the ground.
i also got tangled with a train being ******** when i was drunk.
anyhow, don't ride like me.