Better to Laugh

My husband and I took a quick ride around a couple of neighborhoods the other night.  We were on the bike path, which crosses several streets entering the neighborhoods. Just before each street, I looked behind me to make sure no cars were turning.  When I saw that it was clear, I would just fly through the sloped opening cut into the curb and across the street to the other side. 

I had my sunglasses on since the sun was shining when we left, but now it was getting dusk.  In the shadowy light, I was having a little trouble with seeing details and depth perception.   I got to one of the last street crossings, looked behind me for cars, and at the last second saw that the path made a short zigzag before declining to the street.  I very quickly maneuvered my bike around the crooked path and down the ramp, narrowly missing a jump off of the eight-inch curb.  My husband, who was behind me, yelled out as he laughed, “I can’t believe you made that!  You should have seen it; that was awesome!”  I wonder what I would have looked like had I jumped the curb.