Bike Troubles

So there was this little stretch of woods nearby my third area as a missionary. My companion and I would ride our bikes through those woods as a shortcut to get to a certain area of the city where we could do some work. One day, early on in my companionship, I told my companion how much I enjoyed mountain biking back home and generally painted a picture of this totally extreme risk-taker.

That very day, I proceeded to crash my bike going through those woods on a very easy little turn. On one hand, I was on a 1970s ten-speed; but on the other hand, it was really embarrassing. The moral of the story: don't be a braggart.