Killer bike

My bike tried to kill me yesterday. Three times too. It just flung me off like a catapult. And on the way down, time really does go in slow motion -- usually. There were times when everything was happening so quick that I didn't know which way was up or down and it was all a blur until I found myself in the dirt with the bike triumphantly entangled on top of me. I must've been quite a sight.

I thought this writer stated it good: 'a new tool quickly removes red-eye, the byproduct of flash photography that makes adorable children look like crimson-pupiled spawn of the Devil.' Case in point: