Not today, but about a week or so ago I was riding home from the skatepark late at night. Had my flashlight in one hand, and my helmet, and pads in my backpack. I get about half way home to the train tracks. I tighten my grip to avoid eating shit as I go over them. After bouncing over them without crashing, I loosen my grip and begin to shine the flashlight in front of me. The second I loosen my grip, my front wheel dives into Tucson's deepest pothole. Tight grip or not, I was going to end up on the ground. I fly OTB while rolling into the street, I was lucky that the traffic was stopped at the red light. Hit my head pretty good, and banged up my knees and shoulder. I stand up and look for my bike so it doesn't get run over. The fucking thing was still in the pothole like some cartoon shit. I pick the rocks out of my palms and ride the rest of the way home wishing I left my pads and helmet on. But the part that bothers me the most is the rip in my newest jeans.
Just picked the scab on my shoulder and thought I'd share.