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This was 25 years ago. I was downtown on my bike one night and had just left a bladder buster. Everyone drinks for like $10 until someone uses the bathroom.

Anyway I was bombed and wiped out on the railroad tracks RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE POLICE STATION!!! I landed pretty hard and literally it knocked the wind out of me.

I knew I couldn't sit there struggling to breathe because a cop might see me. DUI Bicycle is a real thing. I got on the bike and pedaled away while making the worst gasping noises you could imagine.

I literally could not breathe. Think of a deadly case of asthma or emphysema. Anyway I go a half a block and some guy walking down the street says " well don't fucking cry about it!"

I was trying to suck air into what felt like collapsed lungs and the guy thought I was crying from wrecking my bicycle! I'm laughing as I write this!

Tough guy that I was I kept going and regained my breath while making my get away. Small city in Florida. Early 90's. Before we got a baseball team.

This was 25 years ago. I was downtown on my bike one night and had just left a bladder buster. Everyone drinks for like $10 until someone uses the bathroom. Anyway I was bombed and wiped out on the railroad tracks RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE POLICE STATION!!! I landed pretty hard and literally it knocked the wind out of me. I knew I couldn't sit there struggling to breathe because a cop might see me. DUI Bicycle is a real thing. I got on the bike and pedaled away while making the worst gasping noises you could imagine. I literally could not breathe. Think of a deadly case of asthma or emphysema. Anyway I go a half a block and some guy walking down the street says " well don't fucking cry about it!" I was trying to suck air into what felt like collapsed lungs and the guy thought I was crying from wrecking my bicycle! I'm laughing as I write this! Tough guy that I was I kept going and regained my breath while making my get away. Small city in Florida. Early 90's. Before we got a baseball team.

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Damn bicycles can be friggin painful. Went down a small ditch right in front of my parents house decades ago, right at the bottom my chain came off and I flipped over the handlebars fast and smacked my head on the pavement and was out cold for awhile, who knows how long. I woke up freaking out not knowing why I was in the middle of the rd for a minute. Nasty bump, concussion and sore ribs. 4 spectacular car crashes (Never the driver) as well, just lucky I guess. Two heart attacks hasn't stopped me yet either. I just don't want to die a slow death like cancer.