Where was that voice when I needed her?

…d the rear wheel came out of its brackets. It tilted 15 degrees from straight and began to vibrate. The only reason I didn’t hit my brake but decided instead to let the bike slowly come to a stop on the inner shoulder was because a little voice in my head clearly told me not to. It was so clearly spoken in my head that I chose to listen.

Realizing You Might Be One of the Ones Who Dies

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