The transit way was empty and free of snow, but I crashed nevertheless. For some reason, my cold hands slipped and snagged something on my handlebars, turning my wheel 90 degrees at 15 mph. The front wheel hopped once against the pavement, I spun sideways and then flipped over, landing hard on my backpack in the middle of the road. The casualties included some grease on my jacket, a bit of fender busted in the road, and a smashed box filled with tapes of Romeo and Juliet that I was going to mail to my niece. I picked myself back up, assessed the bike, then got my frozen ass back on and laughed the rest of the way to school.




