Assuming i've done my math correctly, which hopefully i have, as i keep having this insanely annoying reoccurring dream that i'm back in high school standing outside Mr Chipmans classroom and have forgotten to do my math homework; at which point i usually wake up repeating my high school locker combination, 21-1-47, which is also pointless as in the dream i can never seem to remember which locker is mine. OK never mind, this story has nothing to do with high school, just a little simple arithmetic.
1/(assuming around 5 times a day * 365 days a year * 30 years, as i figure they have always gone smoothly for the past 15 years and they probably will for at least the next 15). That is if there was only one time my snot rocket was going to f-up in a 30 year period there was a 1 in 50,000 chance that it would be today. That is 0.002% chance; that is not very likely.
Could it conceivably have had something to do with the thoughts i was having just prior to blasting my nose, (which were about a different story altogether; this crazy guys speaking to us like we are 30feet away only we are 3feet offers us the core of his nearly finished boiled potato, which oddly enough he is holding and eating just like it is an apple; my thought was, did he think we were deaf? why on earth was he shouting so loudly when we were so close? He must have been deaf himself, that must have been it, he was talking so loudly because he couldn't hear himself speaking, sheizer it would stink to just go deaf) probably unrelated but undeniably coincidental as you will see shortly.
So, we are riding along in the rain, thoroughly soaked threw and threw, Rachael is in the lead and i'm following which normally is the better of the two positions as you get to draft and rest your legs some, but not when it is down poring and you haven't got fenders as the leaders back wheel kicks up an endless rooster tail of sand and road grime which inevitable cover you head to toe.
Any how, it was part snot i'm sure but mostly i think it was just water that had been flung up my nose. So i bring my right thumb to my right nostril and as i go to blow, maybe i hit a bump, i'm not sure, my right pointer finger blocks off my left nostril. The snot rocking is already taking place before i have a chance to readjust my position and because both nostrils are covered it just builds up some pressure in my nasal cavity and nothing happens. Just like when you try to pop your ears after landing in a plane, not usually a big deal. Except that my left ear drum makes this enormous cracking sound and instantly i'm dizzy. "i'm stopping" i shout to Rachael. And by the time i do i'm feeling so delirious and nautilus i drop the bike and slow motion collapse to the ground. I feel like i have just been taken to the bottom of the sea, i really can't hear a thing (thanks potato man) and i'm pretty sure i'm about to vomit, though i don't. Oddly just as i'm dropping my bike two cars slam on their breaks, whip u turns and return the way they have come. hum that is odd we think but don't take much notice.
A 10 minute guard rail rest sets me straight and we hope back on and start pedaling.
Is good luck real? I don't know but if it is i'd say we are in the good luck phase of things. As 150 meters down the road, just around the bend where we couldn't see there has just been a terrible car wreck. Going to fast around the corner on a wet road the car crossed into the other lane, about where we could have been if not for the mysterious passing out, flipped onto its side and smashed roof first into a pile of those caged granite rock bundles they use to build retaining walls. The car is crushed, car parts, wheels and glass scatted about, the driver is bloody but looks to be ok.
Did potato man shout in my face to make my ear pop so i would pass out and momentarily go deaf myself to keep us from getting mauled by a car, probably not but who knows; if so, Thanks Potato Man, we owe you one!
Love US
sorry no photos, we keep using computers with out the capability, we'll send some when we get a chance.
o yes, as always, replies welcome and greatly appreciated though not mandatory or course, haha!
1/(assuming around 5 times a day * 365 days a year * 30 years, as i figure they have always gone smoothly for the past 15 years and they probably will for at least the next 15). That is if there was only one time my snot rocket was going to f-up in a 30 year period there was a 1 in 50,000 chance that it would be today. That is 0.002% chance; that is not very likely.
Could it conceivably have had something to do with the thoughts i was having just prior to blasting my nose, (which were about a different story altogether; this crazy guys speaking to us like we are 30feet away only we are 3feet offers us the core of his nearly finished boiled potato, which oddly enough he is holding and eating just like it is an apple; my thought was, did he think we were deaf? why on earth was he shouting so loudly when we were so close? He must have been deaf himself, that must have been it, he was talking so loudly because he couldn't hear himself speaking, sheizer it would stink to just go deaf) probably unrelated but undeniably coincidental as you will see shortly.
So, we are riding along in the rain, thoroughly soaked threw and threw, Rachael is in the lead and i'm following which normally is the better of the two positions as you get to draft and rest your legs some, but not when it is down poring and you haven't got fenders as the leaders back wheel kicks up an endless rooster tail of sand and road grime which inevitable cover you head to toe.
Any how, it was part snot i'm sure but mostly i think it was just water that had been flung up my nose. So i bring my right thumb to my right nostril and as i go to blow, maybe i hit a bump, i'm not sure, my right pointer finger blocks off my left nostril. The snot rocking is already taking place before i have a chance to readjust my position and because both nostrils are covered it just builds up some pressure in my nasal cavity and nothing happens. Just like when you try to pop your ears after landing in a plane, not usually a big deal. Except that my left ear drum makes this enormous cracking sound and instantly i'm dizzy. "i'm stopping" i shout to Rachael. And by the time i do i'm feeling so delirious and nautilus i drop the bike and slow motion collapse to the ground. I feel like i have just been taken to the bottom of the sea, i really can't hear a thing (thanks potato man) and i'm pretty sure i'm about to vomit, though i don't. Oddly just as i'm dropping my bike two cars slam on their breaks, whip u turns and return the way they have come. hum that is odd we think but don't take much notice.
A 10 minute guard rail rest sets me straight and we hope back on and start pedaling.
Is good luck real? I don't know but if it is i'd say we are in the good luck phase of things. As 150 meters down the road, just around the bend where we couldn't see there has just been a terrible car wreck. Going to fast around the corner on a wet road the car crossed into the other lane, about where we could have been if not for the mysterious passing out, flipped onto its side and smashed roof first into a pile of those caged granite rock bundles they use to build retaining walls. The car is crushed, car parts, wheels and glass scatted about, the driver is bloody but looks to be ok.
Did potato man shout in my face to make my ear pop so i would pass out and momentarily go deaf myself to keep us from getting mauled by a car, probably not but who knows; if so, Thanks Potato Man, we owe you one!
Love US
sorry no photos, we keep using computers with out the capability, we'll send some when we get a chance.
o yes, as always, replies welcome and greatly appreciated though not mandatory or course, haha!
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