User blog:Maj.Gage/I almost died yesterday.

I was at my grandparents' campground, riding my bike. I was riding on a steep hill and once I was at speed I was headed towards the end of the camp. I forgot the the end of the camp has electric wire around it (the camp is beside a farm) and my bike and I (imagine a 100 lb being on a bike riding 35 mph) were heading towrds it. When I finally saw the wire, I thought of this:

I was watching Weaponology a week ago. The episode said that German soldiers in Normandy would tie piano wire on roads were American soldiers would ride jeeps. The wire would slice the American soldiers' throats and decapitate them.

When I saw the wire, I yelled: "OH CRAP!". It was too late. I hit the wire chest-on and the bike FLEW. Remember, the wire was ELECTRIC. But don't worry, the wire hit my chest and a few of my fingers. A few inches up, it could have been my head. I still have the line were the wire hit me on my chest.

Here's the funny part: when I first saw the wire, I thought I was a poor American soldier about to lose his head.