Haven't posted for a few months, but anyone in the Santa Monica area who happened to be driving down Olympic around 4:15 would have had the good fortune of seeing me flying down the street on my steamroller, hit a patch of loose gravel where the asphalt meets the sidewalk, and eat **** big time, ****ing up my front end and giving me some oh so cool injuries.
To add insult to injury, there were about twenty cars waiting at the light, witnessing my feat of skill.
To add even more insult, a sweet little old lady pulled up to me and rolled her window down, asking if I were ok. I smiled whilst biting my lip, legs gusing blood, thanked her for noticing, and said "happens all the time." and limped off to the fence like it aint no thang.