So over the weekend, I decided to go sunbathing at the lake at Allegheny State Park while Paul was mountain biking. I got me a new bikini that I lurrrrrrve and I wanted to give her a test run before Greece. I typically don't trust bikinis to stay put, so the test run was of utmost importance.
I rode my bike from camp to the beach and stripped down to my skivvies. I sunk the kickstand of the bike down into the sand so it was good and sturdy before lounging out on the towel. I laid on my belly reading for quite a bit before something very heavy fell on me.
After I shook off the pain, I realized my bike fell over and on me. I was stuck for a minute or two: that fucker was heavy and my bottom half was totally trapped. I trashed about underneath it, trying to get an arm wrapped far enough back to pull it partially off. I couldn't kick it off because it covered both my legs from thigh down. I was finally able to lift it enough to be able to turn over, at which point I scootched out from underneath.
I'm pleased to report that the bikini passed the test. Not a single nipple fell out during the thrashing. And the ginorous bruise now covering my left calf totally matches the paisley-ish blue of the suit. Bonus, I say.
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