Ode to Grandpa's Bike Crash

My Grandpa Seibert got in a bike wreck this week. He had to go to the hospital to get the gravel cleaned out of his knees and elbows. I guess that's what you've got to do when you are a dangerous road-biker. Since the newspaper didn't show up in time to get footage of the wreck, I reenacted it in my living room.

Warning- this entry contains graphic footage that may disturb younger viewers. Please use discretion.

Here I am (as Grandpa), riding my bike, minding my own business. Hey, I think there is something behind me!
No, dogs! Get away! Don't run in front of my wheels!!

Skid! Crash! Kapow! Zowie!

Whoa! Watch out below! Luckily I can use my exposed skin to help me skid to stop down this gravel road. Good thing I'm wearing a helmet.

Oh no! My tight pants and bright jersey are ruined! My bike is scratched! At least I still have my headband.

THE END

Wow. Acting is hard. I have a new respect for crazy Tom Cruise.