My water bottle
After a year or so of having this little guy, aluminum my water bottle has started to show a little character. There are lots of dings, dents, and scratches all over the thing, and each one tells a different story.
The massive dent near the top came from a particularly heated soccer game, when it was being used for a goal post. Pick up soccer can get pretty serious down here apparently. I got yelled at for not defending well enough.
The scratches on the bottom of the water bottle came from a pretty gnarly bike crash while in Buenos Aires, turns out cats love to run right under your wheels if you’re not careful. And they definitely don’t appreciate having their tails almost run over. Man I hate cats…
There’s a pretty big ding near the bottom of the bottle that probably saved me from a fractured hip. I lost my footing hiking and fell, but my water bottle broke my fall on a particularly sharp rock. Thanks to him, I finished the hike with wounded pride, instead of a wounded hip.
Have any battle stories of your own?
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