Except sometimes you do. I don’t know who came up with that phrase, but it’s a horrible analogy and an even worse truism. Z and I finally have our second bike, and it’s darling. We bought it on Tuesday, a hybrid womens bike, purple, and all that, fitted with mudguards and lock. Nigel (the man who made it and sold it to me) called it a Frankenstein (because it’s made from several bikes (though we all know it should be called a Frankenstein’s monster), but it rides beautifully and even has a new tire and bike seat. However, this didn’t stop me from falling on some gravel while test riding it or from falling in a thorn bush today. I refuse to be discouraged, though. It’s hella faster to get around on a bike, and roads don’t really have sharp turns, so I should be fine. I’m just tired of falling.
Speaking of falling, when I fell in that thorn bush, though I didn’t hurt myself, I collected hundreds of tiny thorns in my jeans. Will they come out if I wash them or will that only root them deeper in the pants (or help them spread to other clothes)?