​​​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

Cruis'n for a bruis'n

I love motorcycles – always have, always will.  Years ago, I was a member of a cycle group.  We would go on weekend rides, usually out in the countryside.  On one particular ride, I rode at the back of our line.  We had an exceptionally beautiful day.  I was basking in the warmth of the autumn sun, and feeling the purr of the engine below. It was all extremely relaxing. 

Too relaxing.  I suddenly realized that my eyes had been closed.  Actually, I had fallen asleep and was still moving at about 45 mph!  I opened my eyes to find that I was now airborne, flying over a small ravine.  Apparently everyone else had taken the curve in the highway, but I had gone straight!  Before I knew it, I was brought to a sudden stop by a tree.  As I sailed over the handlebars, doing my best Superman impression, my first thought was not how painful my landing might be, but rather that this wreck was going to be expensive. 

As I lay dazed and confused, in an expanse of Kentucky Bluegrass, my riding companions noticed that I was missing.  They backtracked to my accident scene and got me medical attention. Thankfully, my most serious injuries were "only” a broken wrist, a couple of broken ribs, a totaled bike and a bruised ego.  I later learned that I had experienced a low blood sugar incident that had launched me into la la land and the diagnosis of type two diabetes. 

But I decided that I enjoyed biking too much to give it up.  I found another bike, and managed to get back on a new iron horse.  I even teach a bike safety course.  And now, before any ride, I always make sure to eat first! 

​- Anonymous