One fine day, absolutely nothing will be enough to topple you off that still-uncomfortable perch on the Brooks you paid so much for. As your carbon triangles skitter away across the black-top like a shuffle on a shuffleboard, you'll be lying on your back seeking perpetrators. Was it the gentle zephyr, the most peripheral pedestrian, or a half-stoned koala in a near-by gum tree?
BONUS TIP: Don't bother people with this non-story. Falling off your bike is not a magic trick and the lack of explanation will not intrigue. If you don't concoct a big fat lie full of cause and effect, the narrative vacuum will fill up fast with derision.
those helpful white lines and a healthy rain will provide this opportunity more often then not.
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I love it when not even you know why you fell, perfectly flat terrain and there you are, surprised face and your legs tangled on the bike.
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