I think that I shall never see, a thing as clumsy as thee - the endo! Forget about expensive fancy pants bike shenanigans, we want endos! You don't need a super bike, you don't need to be in the foothills of Moab, you don't need perfect weather: all you need to do is to put your weight far forward, clamp on that front brake or hit some immobile obstacle, and pretty soon, man, you're superman.
Me, 27 November 1998, Emma Long Park, Austin, Texas.
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Technically not an endo, but it sure is funny to see how
stationary cyclists fall over when they cannot unclip.
Listen closely, you can hear my body thud as it hits.
Brien's cackling laugh is worth the price of admission!
Brien Muschett and Allen Ramlow, 03 May 1997, Forest Ridge, Austin, Texas.
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A beautiful path-blocking bail-out by Brien leaves Allen
with no choice but to become one with the nearest tree.
Me, 03 May 1997, Forest Ridge, Austin, Texas.
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Like a pole vaulter, a perfect plant of the front wheel
leads to game of hopscotch with the handlebars.
Suddenly, I see my bike not. Why has gravity lost its embrace? Unfettered, my feet leave the pedals, my hands leave the bars. Land and trail are distant in my view, the forest floor becomes tiny in my sight. All sound is lost save the wind rushing through my hair, whistling through my helmet. What is this? I am horizontal traversing the heavens, not rooted, not earthly bound. Alas, that tree is speeding toward me, I cannot change my vector. Those rocks do become acquainted with my knees, my head cannot bear the weight of my body. Yet I know the pleasures of Superman, I know what it is to soar.