You see I have been riding a bike for as long as I can remember. Successfully I might add. This weekend, however, was a different story. Philip turned a corner and saw a truck coming and so he stopped. So I tried to stop. And then the next thing I know I am on the ground. THE GROUND! I fell. Off my bike. I couldn't believe it. So I got up and I tried not to cry. Because it hurt and because my pride had just been smushed to smithereens!
Philip said he was sorry because it was probably his fault and I replied with "I know" I am just a peach. Then I got back on my bike and started laughing. If I had just seen a (semi) grown woman fall off her bike I wouldn't have been able to not laugh. The guy in his truck thankfully held it together. But c'mon it's a funny visual!
Then we stopped and snapped a few pictures of each other. My husband is studly.
I hope your Saturday was as good or better than mine! What did you do this weekend? Have you ever fallen off your bike as an adult??