Sometimes you’re riding your bike on the road that is university life when a pair of train tracks comes your way.
You could choose to avoid the tracks like your typical, self-aware person, or you could ride as close to the edge as possible. The possibility of having your tire slip into the gap between the tracks and the asphalt is practically slim to none anyway.
But sometimes, the next thing you know, you have a hole in your new favorite pair of pants and you’re spouting obscenities while picking gravel out of your hands in the middle of a darkened Campus Drive, hoping no one saw you.