One moment I’m starting my bike, in front of that famous Iranian restaurant.. and those guys who say things like ooooooo start it baby!.. and I’m thinking say what ever you want, I’m not even giving a look.. and the moment after that, after a ZARP or something like that I’m on the ground twisted with my bike, trying to figure out if I’ve broken a bone and in the same time, wish to disappear.
They come to help and I can’t stand the humiliation.. so though painful.. and I can’t even tell where exactly, just jump on the bike and run away.