In a fight with the sidewalk

Well, I didn't think it was possible, but this past weekend, I actually managed to get in a fight with the sidewalk, and lose.

It all started at about 8:30 P.M., when my mom discovered that my dad's bike was missing. My brother's bike had been stolen from his friend's house almost exactly a week before, and now my dad's bike was gone. And, on the side yard where the bikes are kept, there was this red and purple bike that didn't belong to anyone we knew, or so we thought. It turned out that the red and purple bike was once my brother's bike. Whoever had taken it had replaced the wheels and handlebars, and painted everything that was silver this shiny, purple color. Also, they had attempted to scratch off the bike's brand sticker, but, obviously they either got tired of trying, or they tried and did a really crappy job.

I was running/walking fast to try and catch up with my brother because he was going to some guy's house that lived by his friend, the one he was at when his bike was stolen. He noticed that this guy had a bunch of bikes in his yard and a little bike workshop in his garage. Anyways, I heard police sirens down the road that i had just walked across, so I was busy looking down the street when, out of nowhere, this piece of sidewalk jumps up, grabs my foot, and smashes me down on the ground. I tore open my left-hand palm and scraped up the other one, scraped/bruised up my right knee and my left one had a little scrape, and I chipped my left big toenail and scraped a good sized chunk of skin off. So, sufficed to say, the sidewalk was the victor in our little squable. He took a chunk of my toenail, and I walked away limping.