Last night riding my bike home from a party proved to be a fun and challenging task. I was accompanied by my friend Jordan R. as we traversed the dark and lonely roads from Harrison to Mamaroneck at 2:30 AM. As I took a sharp turn, the front wheel betrayed me and decided to turn on its own accord. Forcing me to be launched off the bike as all balance was lost. Instincts kicked in. Instincts long ago forgotten with my last bike, stolen almost 9 years ago. The graceful roll as you land on the harsh pavement. Minimize the damage. Control the uncontrollable. It was all over in a split second. As I realized what had happened, I quickly yelled out “YEAH!”, an ironic reaction to the event. But I was happy, I was excited, I was glad this happened. I have not had a spill on a bike in over 9 years and it felt good. Really good. I was not badly hurt, just a scrapped knee and elbow. A very low price to pay for this joy.