Monday Mornings. Don't ya love em?

So I park B.B. where I always park the Pea - go to get off of her and my foot hits the center bar, I try to lift my foot higher, no go. I feel myself tipping - I have one second of pure clarity where I see the bikes parked beside me, I see myself knocking them over, I see myself sprawled on the tangled mess. This second of foresight enables me to just completely give myself up to my fate - and with calm acceptance I go over with a loud crash. All three bikes tumbling like dominos. It was beautiful really. So there I find myself, early morning, lying on the ground with three bicycles nestled comfortably under me. What was left of me to do but laugh hysterically, which is what I did (after quickly scanning the parking lot and windows of building 8 to see if anyone spied my topple of course).

For the concerned - except for a few bruises, I escaped unscathed.
For the curious - the Pea is recuperating - B.B is a temporary replacement.