Let's be careful out there

There are a few fears I have when it comes to riding bike.  These fears include getting my fingers mangled in the chain/cog of a fixed gear bike, nutting myself on the crossbar, and having my jersey split open by too much guttage.  Another of my fears came to pass on Sunday.  I was riding bike to Duke’s to watch the Bomber game when I popped up my front wheel to get over a curb.  My front end nosedived and I crumpled in a heap on the cement as my front wheel rolled away for another 50 feet.  It hurt - and just as worse, there were witnesses.  My ribs took a punch from my handlebars but don’t really hurt as long as I don’t move or breath.  They say you should always do a pre-ride bike check which I generally don’t do – I simply get on my bike and go.  People say I should do a lot of things.  I ignore most of their sage advice because I’m either stubborn, lazy or have a short attention span - I wish there were better options.  I won’t bother giving you any advice.  Do what you want.  This tale can either be cautionary, amusing, neither or both.  Watching the Bombers win was sweet, sweet medicine (did I see RRR’s Larry on TV wearing a sweet Matt Dunigan jersey?).  I’ll probably check that my wheels are secure the next 10 times then forget about it the next 1000 times - did I mention short attention span?  GO BOMBERS!  JS