Today, I crashed for the second time on my Zuma in my life, and you know what loving, caring words that my dad said to me? I'll try to put it in exact words. "So, what's broken on the bike?" "You know, if a cop saw you in that accident, he would have written you a ticket for excessive (10 mph at a turn, more on that after the quotes) speed, and unable to control the vehicle."
My thoughts... "Thanks Dad, I'm glad I'm okay too."

So, the description of the accident. It was raining in my city and I was riding on my bike, and on a turn, I slowed down to 10 MPH, and begin to turn. It would have been another successful turn, exept my back tire slid, yes slid, out from the ground, and continue on my previous path. I was facing, with the bike aligned with my head, the road in which I wanted to turn on, but heading down the road I was still traveling on. Three thoughts went into my head. "This feels weird," "This is cool," "Shit," and my bike toppled over, ejected me, and I slid on the road. I got up, and realized I had a major rear brake failure, as in the brake lever was snapped off. So I had to drive the rest of the way on only a front brake, which is highly dangerous, on the same conditions. So, skip past school, skip past dealership, skip past the nap to when my dad gets home. And then begins the quotations. So, yeah... I could have died, and he's thinking about law enforcement. To clarify things, he's a CSI in my town.

That pisses me off, my remarks back to him pisses him off, and I how I am typing this, I don't know. I kinda wished that the bike landed on my head and smashed it, so I wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit. So dad, here's to you. Thanks, and I love you too.