Friday, January 2, 2004

Cycling Memory (2 of 2)

Here's the weird part -- and why I still have the memory of what was otherwise a totally insignificant incident:  I could have sworn there was a soundtrack to the whole thing.  Like I was a character in some sort of After-School Special about an idiot who is convinced by her friends to ride her bike beyond her abilities and ends up in a coma or something.  When my bike was flying down the hill and I successfully jumped the curb, I started hearing that cheerful disco-influenced (hey, it was the '70s) "wow, look at her go" sort of music.  And when I crashed into the mailbox, the music quickly shifted to that disappointing music like that stuff you hear when someone gets the question wrong on "Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?"  Thanks for playing "The Bike Ride"; have some Rice-A-Roni.

I never actually thought I was just a character in an After-School Special who accidentally heard the soundtrack.  But I do tend to wonder what sort of person takes the moment before an accident NOT to let her life pass before her eyes, but to make sure the scene has the proper musical accompaniment.

2 comments:

grodygeek said...

Great tale. I'm sorry your memorable experience with cycling is tragic yet memorable. I'd like the think the world would be better off with proper musical accompaniment. See, I'm not the only accident prone child. You might have took it as a warning to be careful, I say it as a badge of honor. Earn more stitches is what I suggest! Gordy

andreakingme said...

Life's most embarrassing moments are just easier to take when accompanied by music. Although I usually just hear the roar of the ocean ...