View this post on Instagram Back in the day, I used to ride the BMX all over the neighborhood. We’d ride wheelies, hit bunny hops, J-hops, endos, all that stuff. I’d like to think I was pretty damn good. • One day, I went off a jump and got what felt like 50 feet in the air. But while in the air, my foot slipped off the pedal, and I started to tilt. At that moment, I knew I was destined for a pretty bad crash...but then I heard a whisper in the wind: ”no...” it said softly. Then more emphatically, “NO!” This voice was the Universe telling me, “This will NOT be your fate!” • I felt a bolstering surge of power throughout my body. My primal, animalistic instincts took over! AWOOO! TRANSFORM! The Wolf of Winchester! • Midair, I shifted my weight and planted my foot when I landed and somehow, I managed to skid a bit as I clutched the hand brake, bringing me to an almost perfect stop, with nothing more than a mere Charlie horse on the back of my leg. All of my friends are behind me erupting loudly! In front of me is the Sun which seemed to halt, as if Apollo himself had stopped the Chariot to nod in approval. • My friends behind me got louder. “Yes, friends, I’m no braggart, but even I must admit that was quite impressive and you are right to pop and cheer for the magnificent feat in which you have just had the honor and privilege in witnessing.” • “And now my friends, I shall acknowledge thee, for you are still roaring.” I keep my back to them, but turn my head and begin to look over my shoulder, initially with a quarter smile, then a smug three eighths grin, immediately into a cheeky, half s**t-eating, full teeth exposure as I meet eyes with Jeff Flores...He’s not popping at all! He’s screaming in fear! They all are! • My animalistic instinct tells me to look down. And when I do, I too see it...the abomination...it’s my right calf...or what’s left of it. What I initially thought was a Charlie horse was the pedal gouging out a chunk of my calf. A big hole! In my leg! I got 7 stitches that day. • The other day, my son asked me ride his bike. Showing off, I do a little bunny hop. My foot slipped off and the pedal and I hit my calf in almost the exact same spot! Now, I stay my ass off bikes. A post shared by Kofi (@thetruekofi) on Aug 10, 2020 at 10:26am PDT
Back in the day, I used to ride the BMX all over the neighborhood. We’d ride wheelies, hit bunny hops, J-hops, endos, all that stuff. I’d like to think I was pretty damn good. • One day, I went off a jump and got what felt like 50 feet in the air. But while in the air, my foot slipped off the pedal, and I started to tilt. At that moment, I knew I was destined for a pretty bad crash...but then I heard a whisper in the wind: ”no...” it said softly. Then more emphatically, “NO!” This voice was the Universe telling me, “This will NOT be your fate!” • I felt a bolstering surge of power throughout my body. My primal, animalistic instincts took over! AWOOO! TRANSFORM! The Wolf of Winchester! • Midair, I shifted my weight and planted my foot when I landed and somehow, I managed to skid a bit as I clutched the hand brake, bringing me to an almost perfect stop, with nothing more than a mere Charlie horse on the back of my leg. All of my friends are behind me erupting loudly! In front of me is the Sun which seemed to halt, as if Apollo himself had stopped the Chariot to nod in approval. • My friends behind me got louder. “Yes, friends, I’m no braggart, but even I must admit that was quite impressive and you are right to pop and cheer for the magnificent feat in which you have just had the honor and privilege in witnessing.” • “And now my friends, I shall acknowledge thee, for you are still roaring.” I keep my back to them, but turn my head and begin to look over my shoulder, initially with a quarter smile, then a smug three eighths grin, immediately into a cheeky, half s**t-eating, full teeth exposure as I meet eyes with Jeff Flores...He’s not popping at all! He’s screaming in fear! They all are! • My animalistic instinct tells me to look down. And when I do, I too see it...the abomination...it’s my right calf...or what’s left of it. What I initially thought was a Charlie horse was the pedal gouging out a chunk of my calf. A big hole! In my leg! I got 7 stitches that day. • The other day, my son asked me ride his bike. Showing off, I do a little bunny hop. My foot slipped off and the pedal and I hit my calf in almost the exact same spot! Now, I stay my ass off bikes.
A post shared by Kofi (@thetruekofi) on Aug 10, 2020 at 10:26am PDT
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