When were you last really scared?We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Scared?Was I scared rolling down the hill, testing my nerve by seeing how long I could keep my fingers off the brakes?
Nope.
Was I scared when the ground got bumpier and my bike was moving at speed over fist sized lumps of sharp flint, being knocked off line like a pinball?
Nope.
Was I even slightly nervous when I hit the rooty path at double the speed I was used to?
Maybe a teensy bit...
Perhaps I was shitting it when I realised I was upside down and nine feet in the air, with nothing underneath me but rocks and dirt?
Actually no. I recall thinking how I'd probably break a shoulder and maybe a wrist. But fear was something I didn't have time to feel.
No, I got scared AFTER I landed. I'd travelled a total of twenty feet before hitting the ground head first, closely followed by my bike. The realisation that I'd come very close to cashing my chips kicked in when I got back on the saddle and tried to negotiate something no more taxing than hopping up a kerb. I cut the ride short, anxious to get back to safety and acutely aware that 100 quid's worth of carbon re-inforced helmet was split in three and hanging uselessly around my ears. Not to mention that my ribs were beginning to hurt (I'd cracked two and sustained a minor concussion, plus various cuts and bruises. I was very lucky).
Since then I haven't quite been the same. Every time I hit something remotely sketchy I'm shitting it.
(, Sat 24 Feb 2007, 0:57, Reply)
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