Watch out!!

My mom almost killed me yesterday. As most of you know, I have a foldable bike that I store underneath my mom's desk because I need to ride it around campus to get to my classes. Well when I rode my bike to Dempster yesterday, it took me especially more effort to get it up the hill and when peddling, I hear this clinking noise like something was about to snap. At the halfway point, I decided to just get off my bike and see what was going on. I see no loose screws or anything, so I was like, "Oh whatever, I'll fix it when I get back to the office."

So after my first class, I had to ride my bike down hill to Buchanan for English. As I was going downhill, I realized that my brakes weren't working! I was like "Oh, crap!! Move out of the way!!" There were these cars and big trucks going right beside me. Luckily, the slope decreased near the end and eventually the work of gravity and friction helped stop me. I had to write an in-class rhetorical essay for English, and there was no time to lose.

So after English class, I walked my bike back to the office, because I was so scared of riding it. I told my mom about it and then she realized that the cables connected to the bike were all twisted. It happened to be that because the cables where wrapped around too tight when we adjust the handles each morning they got all tangled up and resulted to not being able to press down brakes. I can't believe I amost died because of a careless mistake.