Traveling at over 100 mph, the wind picked me up and smashed me painfully hard into the side of the building. Fortunately, I hadn’t spun around, so it was my backside that hit the wall rather than my head. It completely ripped the back of my jeans off, cut my legs and arm open and badly bruised my hand. As I finally started to slow down, the searing pain mixed with acute embarrassment and I hung there in midair like a rag doll, feeling an absolute fool. I slowly twirled around and the crowd gasped at the sight of me holding my bleeding bottom in both hands, a look of agony on my face.
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