This Is My Bike

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Recently, I was riding a bicycle, but I could not see a long black ice on my bike lane. My speed is 'leisure' (12-15 mph). After 2 or 3 seconds on ice, you can see that the bicycle is sliding and leaning to the right. I fell down on the right side of my body, my hip and right arm were affected by the impact, but I continued sliding forward for another 3-4 seconds (by bicycle). I feel that it is very difficult for the body to topple over, but it is not so I hope my body feels very painful in a few days. My question is whether the cold surface can slow the movement of my body (and bicycle) than stopping, so is it to reduce shock and damage my body?

My OMATA One has become part of my bicycle This is part of my ride There were no other bicycle computers in the past. It stopped my attention and I decided to concentrate on cycling. I ceased to pay attention to it as I got used to their behavior and I ceased paying attention to my gear shift lever. After my palm got accustomed to a new, clean and cushioned feeling, I stopped paying attention to how to hold a new handlebar. I kept watching the way it did not notice the crank arm. My saddle arrived at my water bottle. The sounds of all the bicycles when I am free to rotate

It is now warming, but cycling is not warm. I like to ride my bicycle; my breathing is like a tree on my chest, I think it is difficult to catch on my bicycle. When I ride a bicycle on the bridge, I could see the charcoal stain of the foxtail. A group of goose goose turned white bloomers into the sky. Of course, I appreciate nature, but in most cases, I understand how birds do not speak. At the bus stop crossing the street past Valero, this time there is a white castle of Sunoco. Anyway: bike, bus, my female is always in my pocket. A talkative person is here. Even if snow falls, even if it rains, I have never been there. - I am waiting at this small closed shelter. Sometimes, standing here, I put my thumb on Mace and feel the pressure it is ready to be black

I always park my bicycle on the market street. I was more expensive (and heavier) than the bicycle in Amsterdam and locked my bike with two keys. The senior center is located 2 blocks north, but I do not think my my fancy bike will stay there for a long time. Market Street is a cold palace between the civilized world and tenderloin and it is said that the hourly crime rate is three major crimes. I wish for my innocence. I am one of those who think that others will not hurt me. I headed north. The urinary odor in the morning is always very strong. I imagine that molecules of small urine enter my nose, eyes, and mouth. San Francisco's breeze was slowly replaced by heavier air filled with nerve energy.