Impressing The Girls

I was always ready and willing to impress the girls, and I would use any means necessary to accomplish. For example stunts, sports, or just plain stupidity.

On a nice sunny day while riding my bike, I saw a house that had about 4 very cute girls on the roof sunbathing. I was too shy to talk to them and that was too easy. Thinking quickly before I reached their house, I had the bright idea to impress them with my mad riding skills. I had moments to plan my routine. Riding with no hands, I figured, wasn't challenging enough, and riding on one wheel did not meet my personal standards of impressing either. I then had the brilliant idea to combine the tricks, because that was sure to get me all of their phone numbers.

I came down the street in a high gear to make sure I had enough speed. Girls like speed right? As I came up to the promising location, I went to work. First I pulled the bike up onto one wheel. That got their attention. While I had all the girls captivated I commenced the second phase of my plan. Dropping my hands to my sides I rode past the house. On the outside I was calm, as if this was an everyday occurrence. On the inside I knew this was going to hurt, but the girls became ecstatic and stated whistling and cheering me on, so I did not care. I lifted my head in their direction to bask in the glory, but to my horror, when I turned around again I was heading straight for a parked car. I did not have enough time to brake, and did not want to damage the car.

I took the only option left available to me, a controlled crash. I dropped the front wheel down even though it was at the wrong angle. This made the bike flip forward and me along with it. There I lay, tangled in the bike watching the clouds roll by. While in the background I heard hysterical laughter with the occasional request if I was still alive. At this point I was so embarrassed that I wish I had died, but alas the only thing I seriously hurt was my pride. To their concerns I offered a weak thumbs up. This brought a few cheers but was quickly drowned out by laughter. Picking up my bike, that now had a bent front wheel, I haphazardly rode home. It wasn’t until later that day I realized that I had forgotten something very important, the phone numbers. I learned a valuable lesson that day, next time I will just go up and talk to them.