Today I fell off a motorcycle. I’m fine, it wasn’t moving. I was sitting on my friend R.’s new toy. He was holding on to the handlebars and it was all fun and games for a few minutes.
I got on okay (sorta) but my dismount was very ungraceful and I landed smack on my ass. All I could think about on the slo-mo fall down to the driveway was my new shoes. My new white (not cheap) shoes.
I am sad to report that I scratched them on their second official day on the town. In addition, my ass has a bruise.
The bike, however, is perfectly fine.