It finally happened.

This rainy morning,
Despite biking at low speed,
My bike did a small skid,
And I fell with it,
On Upper Bukit Timah stretch.

Before I rode off,
I had watched the rippled patterns,
The raindrops were forming,
On the swimming pool surface,
And thinking,
"Ok my first rainy day bike trip,
I hope I don't fall."

The nice man in the car behind me got out to help,
And as I was pushing my bike to the side,
Cars honked at me cos I was in their way.
Wow, thanks for the concern.

I couldn't ride off again,
Cos the handbrake broke off,
And the right footrest was all twisted.
The IU fell off too.
(Actually for bikes,
It should be called the OU,
Since it is on the vehicle,
No?)

I called my uncle who said,
"Huh, ride to the workshop can?
Handbrake broke ah?
Aiyar still can ride what.
Oh foot rest twisted ah.
Ok I go and settle it for you later."

And my very nice but crazy uncle,
Really went to ride the broken bike,
Back to his usual workshop,
While I was slowly making my way to work.

I guess I am lucky to be here,
Suffering from just some bruises and abrasions.

A picture of the bike,
From which you can spot all its 'injuries'.



(I took one the knee wound too,
but I guess it might be too graphic?)