The Airportline: Observations

Yesterday I crashed with my bike. It sent me flying and then down on the ground. Miraculously, and I do not think that this is a word too strong to use, I got away with no injuries whatsoever. Not even my clothes broke. I was on my way home from a friend at around 1 at night, the city was quiet and calm. At one point I saw a guy walking with a shopping cart on the bike lane. I went on the right side of the bike lane to pass him. Suddenly I find myself on the ground. I had managed to get my own bike caught in a bike locked to a bike rack next to the bike lane. While my bike stopped in the bike rack with the other bikes I kept going, without my bike, until the ground embraced me with open arms. The guy walking with the shopping cart was shocked and asked if I was ok. 'Yeah, I said.' You sure, he replied. I wasn't, but I said 'yes, that was crazy'. Then I took my bike, which equally miraculously didn't break either, except for one of my break lines being a bit messed up, and went home. It is strange crashing without even noticing what happened and then have no scars, no pain, no nothing. Just a quiet bike ride through an empty Amsterdam.