It's all fun and games til someone pops a wheelie....

Not so Happy Days

This past Saturday, myself, and some local as well as American friends traveled out to attend a festival.  It had not been what I would call a great day for me, as I was really struggling with culture, had worn my chacos (see previous blog) and we were hiking up and down very muddy and slipper hills.  The van we had taken to the town had slid several times going down the mnt road and honestly my nerves were on end.  But after a couple of hours just chilling out and talking to my Father, I calmed down and enjoyed the day.  

As we got ready to go, the van was pretty crowded so I asked my friend, Fonzie and his wife if I could ride with him on the motorcycle.  They had an extra helmet, I need some air, and honestly I'm getting to where I really enjoy the rides.  We were almost at the top of the muddy road and almost onto pavement when I hopped on the motorcycle.  So Fonzie, who is also my boss, began to gun the gas a bit on the motorcycle and I thought for a second he was purposely trying to pop a wheelie.  "Nah, he wouldn't be that dumb."  I thought about hitting him and saying, "what are you trying to do, you big dummy....Stop it!," but I didn't, thinking for sure that wasn't what he was really shooting for.  A second later, I realized he was giving the bike even more gas and quickly came to the conclusion that he had indeed had tried to pop a wheelie and was once more attempting it again.  Before my mind could register exactly what was happening, he in fact succeeded at his attempt and we began to lean backwards.  I did have the thought for a second or so to lean forward, but gravity took it's course and flipped us, as well as the motorcycle completely backwards.  

I remember feeling a knee, elbow and my lip hit something, but I also remember thinking, "well that didn't hurt as bad as I had imagined."  We both had on helmets so I just laid there in the mud laughing for a minute until I came to my senses and realized that he had done this on purpose!!!!  He kept saying, "Are you okay, I'm so sorry....I didn't think it would really do that, it's never done it before."  And at this point I'm thinking pretty much every name under the sun for Fonzie because I'm mad and reality has set in as well as my lack of anger management.  The van full of our friends and his wife were behind us and watched the whole thing.  The question was raised, by his wife as, "You do know if she gets hurt, you are going to have to tell her daddy...?" "And you do know if she gets hurt, then you're gonna have to tell her momma....?"

Long story short, we were both fine and not really hurt, although pretty sore the next day.  Fonzie, my boss and the owner of the motorcycle, will never, ever live this one down....if left up to myself and his wife.  He still feels really bad about it, and he should...lol.  And we coined a theme phrase for the week, "It's all fun and games til someone pops a wheelie."  

p.s.  I got back on the motorcycle and rode it home.....

Beautiful Feet