Geordan Raisler

This weekend I had the opportunity to go along with the Bracci family, neighbors on my street, for a wonderful Sunday ride on one of the community trails. Saying yes I ran home, threw on a cap, packed some water, got my bike, and started riding up to the house my neighbors, thrilled. After getting my bike packed, and buckling myself in I noticed some of my co-bikers. Devon Bracci and his friend Caleb tagged along for the ride as did Christopher Bracci. Finally reaching the destination I got on my bike and started to dash around going super fast. After three miles of riding, and attempting to race Devon’s friend Caleb, we approach this huge overpass. Chris was ahead on the bridge and stopped. As I passed he told me we were going back. Getting an idea, I waited for my path to be clear. Mounting my bike I start riding. Now I started to go down the slope of the overpass, increasing in speed, I finally hit the bottom and did a victory sign with my arm, making a fist stretching it out and pulling it back in. Unfortuanatly I forgot that I was going super fast and my left arm isn’t my lead arm. So my bike gets tipped off balance and the weight of the bike plus me is sent to the ground. Instict kicks in and I try to brake with my foot, not my actual brakes. Now my foot is twisted under my wheel and my hands and knees are scraping along the roa d at full speed. Finally I stop. Looking at my hands, which now look like a small dog started eating them, and my knees, which are now bloodied due to high velocity scraping, I remember my father telling me to watch out for myself and to not get hurt. Now I have to ride three miles back before I can apply any sort of crude first aid. Luckily Mr. Bracci had brought some water and I used it clean my wounds. Just goes to show, disaster can happan in a blink of an eye.

Geordans’ Thoughts – Treat everyday like it is the last, say good bye to that person and really mean it because it could be the last time they see you, or the last time you see them. Enjoy every part of life that day because you could get into that car accident, or have a plane crash, or even have a biking accident. Live each day like the last.

Tags: bikers, dog, fast, father, idea, knees

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