tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28624193.post-53854966168371653082007-09-18T08:15:00.000-07:002007-09-18T08:18:20.624-07:00i wrecked my bike on the way to work. fortunately my face broke my fall. a stupid white guy was jogging by while i was on the ground with a broken helmet, a broken bike, broken sunglasses, and he made eye contact and kept going, even though there was no one else around on foot on rock creek parkway. then this latino guy named jorge in a bulldozer asked me what happened because i was dragging my bike down the trail with a scuffed face. he got down and fixed my tired so it would spin and i could push the bicicleta. the giant egg on my head doesn't hurt so maybe it never will.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28624193-5385496616837165308?l=slow-how.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06661839617725073121noreply@blogger.com5