Last week, the Q took a spill on his bicycle over by the House That Ratner Built, on the 6th Ave side across from the willy optimistic 500 bike racks (hey, man, let's bike over to the Nets/Islanders/Rolling Stones/Barbara Streisand etc. show!) 25 stitches and 5 days later, it still looks like this:
Is there a moral? Yeah, don't graze a curb in a swerve. A full day at Brooklyn Hospital on Dekalb ended in a big negativo for brain damage (perhaps it even corrected some of my previous brain damage due to a reckless youth). But the fact is, and my E.R. doc confirmed, that I'm incredibly lucky. He sees bike accidents SANS HELMETS all the time, and there's often no opportunity to be grateful after those sometimes fatal and nearly always seriously concussive events.
Wear your helmet. Please. It's crazy out there sometimes, and while I drive incredibly carefully with the child on the back, I can be admittedly a bit risky when riding on my own. Given that we grown adolescents are going to continue sing along to Molly Hatchet's "Flirtin' With Disaster," just wear your helmet, no matter how dorky you think you look. I'm living proof that even WITH one you can sustain some pretty serious wounds.
The Q at Parkside
News and Nonsense from the Brooklyn neighborhood of Lefferts and environs, or more specifically a neighborhood once known as Melrose Park. Sometimes called Lefferts Gardens. Or Prospect-Lefferts Gardens. Or PLG. Or North Flatbush. Or Caledonia (west of Ocean). Or West Pigtown. Across From Park Slope. Under Crown Heights. Near Drummer's Grove. The Side of the Park With the McDonalds. Jackie Robinson Town. Home of Lefferts Manor. West Wingate. Near Kings County Hospital. Or if you're coming from the airport in taxi, maybe just Flatbush is best.