Biffed it. Ate asphalt for the first time from the general admission section of a bike seat. Lost some of my left butt cheek to the inside of my denim capris.
It happened when the railroad track curved and my front wheel did not make the perpendicular. For a minute, I flew above sixth street in the industrial district. Was a gopher in the air laughing and wheeling the next second, my handlebars parallel to the street.
Unsure what kinda life I’ve been living if that is the first time I crashed my bicycle.