>do a night bike ride
>strava on listening to some music phone in back of pants
>on way home
>stop at traffic light
>qt.314 across the street
>hold to traffic sign
>light turns green try to(possibly) showboat a little so I launch agressively pop a wheelie and crash
>ok.jpg hurt.webm pick bike up immediately and cycl3 away past qt. In pain trying to save myself the embarrasement
>after 3km strangely I hear no music
>fuck where is my phone
>Retrace my ride to crash site
>nophone.avi
>it's probably stolen so I go home
>when get home call myself to see which fucker stole it
>a girl answers says she found my phone and tells me where I can come to pick it up
>bike mode 10000wats of power to location
>she's there, she's beautiful(really a beauty)
>introduce myself she tells me her name which I forget immediately (why do I always do this?)
>tell her she's outstanding for being so cool, give her three fiddy for a coffee (all I had on me)
>as I cycle away I remember I don't know her name
>I should have asked her for her phone number
>i will probably never see her again
>as I ride back home insted of happy for finding phone I am sad because I didn't at least remember her name
>when I come home the distance travelled on strava shows 33.3 km
JUST