This morning I did a nice somersault over some lady's car, while demolishing it's side, bumper and front-window (I didn't get a proper look, though). I demonstrated gravity by smacking my body, still holding on to my bike, against the asphalt on the other side of the car. That stuff is pretty solid. Lady got out, and I told her I saw her looking at me, why did she pull up? Seems I was invisible (I get that sometimes, in totally different situations, but when doing 40 km/h on a bike, who needs it?) .
Ofcourse I had to goof-off when getting up by saying: "No problem people, ex-stuntman in action!", but I had to sit down pretty quickly after that. Had a nice ride home in the ambulance, that's Herman in the picture, nice guy! I was bleeding from shin and elbow, but my neck feels like I've been head-banging for hours without a proper stretch first.
Then I won a case of beer betting with the ambulance-driver that the street around the corner isn't a one-way-street, haha!
Even stuck to the concrete I was still listening to "Rollin' & scratchin' " by Daft Punk, nice stuff to cycle to, but the title gets a whole new meaning.
Ofcourse I had to goof-off when getting up by saying: "No problem people, ex-stuntman in action!", but I had to sit down pretty quickly after that. Had a nice ride home in the ambulance, that's Herman in the picture, nice guy! I was bleeding from shin and elbow, but my neck feels like I've been head-banging for hours without a proper stretch first.
Then I won a case of beer betting with the ambulance-driver that the street around the corner isn't a one-way-street, haha!
Even stuck to the concrete I was still listening to "Rollin' & scratchin' " by Daft Punk, nice stuff to cycle to, but the title gets a whole new meaning.
