when I was mountain biking in Crystal Cove State Park (CA) with friends a few years ago. I started down a hill that consisted of a scary grouping of boulders covered with a nice dose of sand – my two favorite mediums for downhilling (oozing sarcasm here). I managed to fall part way down – big shocker – but was not daunted. Oh, no, this chica was not going to be conquered by a hill, especially when her friends were watching her not-so-graceful descent.
I hauled myself off of the ground, disregarding the blood that trickled relentlessly down my right shin, and hoisted my dust-tanned self back into the driver’s seat. Resuming my downward slide, I was perplexed as to why the handlebars felt unusually close to my abdomen and why I was riding so high off of the bars.
Reaching the base without any further incidents, I celebrated with a “Whoopee” and soaked up the cheers of my friends. Just call me Queen of the Hill!
When time came to resume our ride, I commented, “It’s so odd, but I think I broke my handlebars. They’re totally out of position.”
“Really?” a friend queried. “That is odd.” Leaning in to take a closer look at the damage, he continued, “Uh, Heather, your handlebars are backwards. They must have gotten turned around from your fall.”
At that moment two things became readily apparent: 1) I couldn’t have been much dizzier in that scene even if I had drafted a script; and 2) I had discovered a hidden mountain biking talent that, much like being able to raise one eyebrow at a time, had the potential to make me famous on day.
This is the first in the series of “It was confirmed that I’m a natural blonde…” stories that I will periodically post on Wednesdays as part of the A Little Something Funny category. Enjoy!